Ice Cold Flames

No Safe Place

Do you ever get this... feeling? Not that kind of feeling you get before a big test, or when you see that boy you like in the school hall. A feeling that you have never felt before. A feeling of a tragic end, but the worst thing is, you can't do anything about it. It just sits at the pit of your stomach. And waits for the right moment to take action. Yea, thats how I felt when they told me. Their words said "Your world is about to end.", but their faces said "Have a very happy birthday Kiera!" 

That's how people act in this town. They put a mask on everything so you won't see what's inside. But that's ok because I like it. If I pretend everything is ok, it will eventually go away. Right?

Wrong. Not everything is ok.

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I can tell something isn't right. I can tell from the moment I hear his stereo crash and the blasting music go silent. I run to my kitchen and grab my knife. I can't help, its my instinct. I run upstairs and think, "He could have just bumped into it and the speaker fell. Nothing is wrong." Boy was I wrong.

His room, normally smelling of weed and beer, is empty. Everything is in order except for the speaker on the floor,... and the blood on the wall. There is something strange about. It is splattered on the wall, but in a certain shape. In that instant I know what has happened, but at the same time I'm clueless. I hear a scream filled with dread. I run to the window and look everywhere for the source of the noise, until I realize it was my voice.

My phone is out before I even know what I'm doing.

"911, What's your emergency?" I find it hard to even let out a whisper. It's odd considering I was just pouring my heart and soul into the most terrible noise on planet earth. Tears start trickling down my face.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Please come quick..."The voice I hear doesn't even sound like my own. It belongs to a scared, pathetic, weak child who is about to lose her mind? I don't remember the rest of the conversation but I do remember every drawn out second of waiting for both my parents and the police to get here. That feeling of emptiness came back and flooded all of my thoughts. Where on earth could he be? This can't be happening to him. I never thought they would come for us. I can't be sure of anything or anyone anymore. There was one thing I was positive on though. There is no safe place anymore.