I didn't run. Instead I called PJ.
"Hello?" he answered, sounding flustered.
"Peej are you busy?" I tried to ignore the rate at which my heart was beating.
"Um a little bit, I'm getting dinner, why?"
"Can you come to the library and pick me up? I don't want to talk about it over the phone.. just, please come here, I'm so scared." The other side of the line was quiet for a moment before it went dead. It wasn't like PJ to hang up on me. It just scared me even more. On top of that, when I went to call him back, I suddenly had no signal. Panicked is a good word to describe how I was feeling, so is scared shitless, and hyperventilating.
Because PJ never said if he was coming or not, I was really debating getting in my car and driving as fast as possible back to the dorm. But on the off chance that Pj was coming, I didn't want to lead him into the hands of what I'm assuming is the serial killer, and leave. In the end my conscious won over and I stood beside my car for about 5 minutes, waiting for him.
( i'm a pos,, this is what i have in my drafts,,,, so i'll post it for you, i'm sorry i am unable to finish all my stories, but when you lose all motivation (bc you don't stan them anymore) it becomes hard to write about it.)))
thank you all so much for supporting my work up until now. i do plan on writing new books, but they will be fanfics about either seventeen or shinee. i'm sorry if you don't like that, but that's just how things are gonna be now, teehee
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Crimson Serial Killer
FanfictionPhil's world is turned upside down, almost literally, when his college is the target of multiple murders. Most people are too afraid to leave their dorm rooms, and classes have even been cancelled on some occasions, the authorities begging for stude...
