Cold Blooded

29. 🙁

It's been months since I've seen Mateo. I'm soon to be turning seventeen, but I now am not worrying about anyone anymore besides myself.

There was the sound knocking ay the front door downstairs. I had gotten up from my bed, wrapping the blankets around me as I walked towards my bedroom window.

Chris.

I left my room and quietly walked downstairs to the front door. I opened the door, looking at him weirdly. "It's not a school day?"

"A girl was reportedly killed recently at our school. And I got bored so I left." Chris pushed pass me. I closed the door in confusion. "Who?"

"Pamela Romela. She was on the cheer squad. And another girl with the name of Keisha Jones went missing."

I felt my stomach drop, going into various twists and turns. "A-are you serious?"

He nodded. "Why so scared?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

I sat onto the couch, now in a daze. Processing everything in my mind only made tears fall down my cheeks. "C-can you come back later?"

"Feel better." He kissed my cheek before pouting. "I walked here all the way from school. But tell me later about the tears."

He walked towards the door and left the house.

"Mateo!!" I screamed, crying heavily. I crouched on the floor in my own pool of tears. "I know it was you! Why!?"

The room temperature began to fall. I began to feel paranoia as chills fell down my spine.

I felt his presence.

"Why did you do it!?"

I grew angry. I wiped my tears, and gotten up. "That's it!"

I ran upstairs, and went into my mother's room. I searched through her drawers until I had found her wooden cross.