The Crossing Lady Knows My Name

Chapter 13

3 months later

It has been three months since that tragic event. every night, nightmares replay in my head. They never completely went away. After the incident I barely could digest what had happened, what I had done. Taylor was dead. The police knew what she had done. I didn't go back to school until a slow two weeks passed by, lying on the couch.

But finally, I had to accept that, life moves on. I chose to focus on other things, rather than that bloodcurdling scream I heard as Taylor slumped to the ground.

After that week passed by, things started to pick up again. Ryan and everyone else went into rehabilitation, to hopefully forget what had happened. But those images were etched onto their brains. But I didn't need rehab. Soon I learn to think, speak, eat and smile again. Adrian surprisingly didn't need rehab either.

Speaking of Adrian, him and I have been going out a month after the warehouse incident. I taught him to forget about Taylor. And he started to ease up again.

We are now tight friends with the crossing lady. She helped us forget. We also found out that her name is Candice, and she's an alright person. Turned out that the crossing lady wasn't as bad as everyone thought she was. Everyone loathed her because of that supposedly ''horrible thing'' she did. What actually happened was quite a different story.

Candice was 31 ten years ago. She wasn't actually in her middle fifties. Anyway, she lived in Phoenix at the time. It was late night, and she was alone in her house with her 14 old son. She was a single mother, and she worked very hard to provide.On that particular night, the house was raided with burglars and Candice had kept a gun handy in case of emergencies like this. She was arriving at a corner of her house during the attack when she heard footsteps arriving. She didn't hesitate to shoot, but before she saw who it was it was already too late, and her son fell to the ground. She had to move to New York to try to get rid of those memories.

I had earned plenty of respect around my new school. It turns out Mr Donovan actually can be nice and civil, and he often made small talk or helped me when I needed it.

"So prom is close, do you fancy going shopping with me sometime?" Tasha asked on a Thursday afternoon at school.

"Yeah, actually can we go today? I really need to get a dress" I replied.

Tasha's face lit up. "Great! See you this afternoon." It was a great honor to even talk to me now for some people.

"What's all this talk about prom I hear?" Adrian barged into our conversation

"Oh were just talking about my dress." I said.

"Good. I am expecting a good date." He replied, smiling. I can't believe it! He technically just asked me to prom.

I finally reached my locker. Something fell out. A piece of paper. Not ordinary though. This had a message written on it. Hmph. A letter. It said:

I know you guys must miss me. You made a grave mistake. Wherever you are, I am watching you. Everyone thinks I'm dead but I'm still here. Watching. Waiting for an opportunity.

This isn't over yet. In fact, it's just beginning. A revolution. Something bigger than you guys have ever imagined. And its in my hands. But for now, I'll be plotting the next step. And you will never be safe.

- T

Look like the future isn't going to go all that peaceful after all. We have much more to deal with. Taylor is still alive somewhere. She isn't dead. And apparently, her story is just beginning.

I'll have to meet up with the crossing lady again this afternoon. Finally I should be able to stop calling her that. And by the way, we still haven't found out how the crossing lady knows my name.

END OF BOOK ONE