Nothing could describe the utter fear that was running through my veins, causing my blood to freeze.
I stood clutching onto the counter behind me as I stared at the front door that was now tightly shut.
Breathe, Chloe.
I scramble down the hall to my bedroom and fling myself onto my bed, my hands searching frantically for my phone.
Once I found it laying underneath my pillow, my fingers ghost over the emergency number.
Should I call the cops? I told the person I wouldn't.. Wait. Why the hell do I care? This person obviously didn't care that they just waltzed right into my apartment and right back out for no apparent reason. Screw it.
Just as I'm about to press call, I freeze and squint my eyes in confusion. What would I tell the cops, anyway? They'd think I was insane if I told them the whole buh-bang of what happened.
I sigh and set my phone back down on the fluffy duvet before hopping off of my bed and running a hand through my hair.
My eyes catch ahold of something on the floor; muddy footprints. Great.
So the person didn't even bother to wipe their shoes before coming in.
I begin following them, my eyes widening as they lead to my bathroom. I creak open the door and continue following as a sudden freezing cold breeze blows against me, causing my skin to form goosebumps. The footprints lead all the way to the window that is now wide open. I peer out of the window; how could they have climbed all the way up here? It's at least three stories up and there's no way to even climb. There's no vines, stone, nothing. Impossible to climb.
I gasp and graze my fingertips over the windowsill, a red piece of glass is set on top of the wood looking as if it had broken off of something. Maybe off of an article of jewelry? I smile slyly and pick up the sharp object before slamming the window shut and locking it.
This little piece of evidence will definitely help in some way.
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"Do you know what really bites?" My friend Leon spoke to me from the other line of my cell phone.
"What?" I question while pulling on my white skinny jeans, balancing the phone in between my shoulder and ear.
"That I'm moving back to America and you're not coming with me."
I sigh at Leon's words. I've always known that he's had a little crush on me ever since we met on my first day at the university, but I don't think I like him back that way. We're just too good of friends and I don't want to ruin that.
"I already told you, I'm never going to go to America. That country is too spread out. It's like you have to drive fifty thousand miles just to get to a grocery store." I scoff, struggling to pull over my black, band t-shirt.
"That's not true! I'm moving to Los Angeles and that's a big city! That's where I was born, remember?" He defends.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, whatever. I have to go. I'm going to be late for class if I don't leave now." I state and step into my hightop converse before tying up the tore up shoelaces.
"I'm already outside of your flat right now. You need to give that skateboard of yours a break."
I smile and roll my eyes but don't argue with him. "Alright, I'll be out in a minute." And with that, I ended the call.
After pulling on a dark purple, knit beanie over my freshly straightened hair and took one last glance in the mirror before jogging out of my room.
I ran through the living room and out the door before trudging down the wet stairs and over to Leon's car.
"Hello, beautiful." He greeted warmly while pulling out onto the road. He had his black hair up in a flat top like usual and a bright smile on his face, revealing his pearly whites.
