Oceans {Joji Miller}

Chapter 9

    I felt scared as soon as Joji left. I crawled under the covers, suddenly feeling cold. My temperature had probably dropped again. I reached for my phone in an attempt to distract myself from the eerie feeling sweeping over me. Before I could unlock it, however, I heard three hurried knocks at the door. He must've forgotten something.
     I pulled myself from my bed and all but gracefully skipped through my apartment, making my way to the door as the cold air hit my skin like needles. I swung the door open wide, and my heart sank. No one was there. There was, however, a box. It looked quite suspicious. The cardboard was darker in certain areas, suggesting that it was soggy in those places.
     My name was written on it with a marker. I contemplated on whether or not I should pick it up. What if it's an acid bomb? I shuddered at the thought and decided to ignore it until Joji came back home. My phone dinged. 'Go ahead and open it sweetie, it's for you.' The message read. "Fine." I said loudly, knowing that the person would hear me. I grabbed a broomstick, fiddling with the two flaps on the box before finally opening them.
     I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Inside was a Ziploc bag with blood smeared all over it. I gagged before running to my kitchen sink and kneeling over the counter, feeling as if I was about to throw up. When I finally gathered myself, I grabbed two disposable gloves and put them on, grabbing the disgusting bag and opening it.
    The blood was dry, so it didn't smell as bad. I looked into the bag and suddenly felt as if all anxiety built up in the past ten minutes was all crashing down on me at once.
Inside the bag, there was a lock of curly hair.
And it was black.

A/N
I know it's extra short, I just really liked the cliffhanger.