Chapter 5

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I woke up the following morning. I got out of bed and got ready. I quietly climbed down the stairs and walked out the door. Thankfully my mom didn't hear me this time. I arrived to the bus stop early, again. I knew that was a bad idea. As I was waiting for the bus, I was fiddling with my gloves. After standing at the bus stop for about 5 minutes, I heard someone walking up behind me, and it was Dennis, obviously. I was expecting him to arrive any minute. As he walked forward, I scanned him for any weapons.

"So, have you come here to murder me?" I asked in a joking tone. 

"No. Well, at least not yet." He said smirking.

That sentence sent chills down my spine. What does he mean by, "yet". Did he just say that to scare me? Or was he serious. I shook it off and assumed he was just trying to scare me. He continued to approach me, and I kept walking backwards. There was no on around to help or hear me scream if he did try to hurt me, which worried me. Finally, he said something.

"So, do you have any money today?" Dennis said stopping and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, no. My family is quite poor, so I don't often bring money to school. You should know this." I told him in an annoyed tone.

"Eh, I thought I should ask just in case. Or... You are lying to me. Come here and let me check." He said with a gross smile on his face. 

"Hell no." I said clutching my fists.

"I tried to be nice, but I guess I'm going to have to do this the hard way." Dennis said taking his hands out of his pocket and revealing a new pocket knife

This knife wasn't like his old one. This one had one blade, and it was big. It was a Kriegar German Heartwood Stiletto Pocket Knife. (A mouthful, I know.) I know what type it is because I own one exactly like it. That was suspicious. I start to panic, realizing how much trouble I'm in. I look at my watch and see the time.

"God dammit..." I muttered. 15 minutes until the bus arrived. 

"What's the matter? Scared?" Dennis said laughing.  "Everyone knows that you're a freak. We all know what you can do. Why don't you take off your gloves and touch me? Come on, let's see what your hands can do." Dennis said, still smirking. 

"Ew, never would I ever want to touch you." I told him, getting ready to run. 

"Hmmm, maybe this will help you out." He said before leaping at my with the knife.

"AHH" I screamed, running away from him. 

"NOT SO FAST!" He yelled, chasing after me. 

He chased me for almost a mile. I was surprised he didn't tire out. While running, I tripped on a branch an cut my leg. That made me slower. I was in pain. Why didn't I just touch him? Then it would be over with. As I look behind me, I see Dennis running with his hand over his head, ready to throw the knife. 

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, DUDE?!" I yelled, still running. 

He threw the knife and it hit my hand, and I screamed in pain. I saw the woods and darted into them. I ran as fast as I could until I finally collapsed. I crawled into a bush and hid there. I heard footsteps approaching. Soon they were right outside the bush I was hiding in. I put my hand over my mouth to silence my heavy breathing.

"..." 

Silence. He was listening for me. He walked closer to my bush until finally he was right next to it. He bent over and grabbed me from inside the bush.

"Hello there, Paragon." He said grinning, while grabbing my arms and legs. 

I couldn't escape. He was too strong. He pulled out his old pocket knife and put it on my neck.

"Stop moving you freak." He said pressing the knife on my chest, making a shallow wound. 

He started talking about how much he hated me, and while he was doing his monologue, I slowly slipped off my gloves. I then quickly put my hands on his face. He starts shaking and I was about to take my hands off, but I couldn't. Something inside of me was stopping me from taking my hands off him. I watched as his eyes filled with tears. 10 seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minute pass by until I finally take my hands off. He is violently jerking on the floor until I hear him trying to breathe. I was confused. Had he forgotten how to breathe? How can someone forget something so simple. Then, he suddenly stopped moving, and finally... Silence.

"oh my god..." I mutter. "I've killed Dennis..." 


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