I didn’t even notice the pounding on my door until it grew louder and louder. My eyes are too hooked on the piece of paper, which reads the terrifying poem. Over and over again, the small neat, cursive words are repeated in my head.
A piece by piece,
We will tear you down.
There’s no point running
It’s your turn now.
It’s my turn now? What does he or she or they mean by that? What does any of this mean? The first letter was about Cher, now I’m guessing it’s about me. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m scared. This is obviously a threat and it’s obviously about me. To sum up the thousands of thoughts going through my mind, the letter was sent by a killer and I’m most likely going to be dead in the next 48hrs. Now if that doesn’t scare a person, I don’t know what does.
“Harmony!” My thoughts are snapped out again and I am yet reminded there is someone banging on my door, now yelling my name. I fold the paper up quickly and shove it in the pockets of my dress.
I quickly jog over to the front door, wiping over my face quickly and trying to rid the horrified look I know that’s on my face. Unlocking the lock and swinging the door open, I am relieved to see only Drake standing there tapping his foot impatiently.
“Drake, hey.” I smile as his head lifts up from where he was looking and hit foot stops tapping instantly.
“Jeez, you scared the life out of me.” he sigh loudly, placing a hand over his heart like he was coming down from a heart attack. Am I missing something here?
“What?”
“You got home from work like 10 minutes ago and I have been knocking on your door for at least 5 minutes now.” He informs me like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He’s been knocking on my door for 5 minutes? I really must have been consumed in that letter.
“Oh uh sorry, I was upstairs.” I come up with a lie, as I swing my door completely open and watch Drake walk past me, taking it as an open invitation. I role my eyes towards his back as I shut he door and follow him into the living room.
“So what’s up?” I ask, getting curious on why he’s actually here.
“Nothing, I just got bored.” He chuckles, and I find myself rolling my eyes at him again. He just got bored, so he decides to come over here at what 6.30pm and make himself comfortable on my couch. All I want to do is sleep, but it seems like Drake has other plans.
“Alright then.” I laugh at him and jump over onto the other side of the couch from where he’s sitting. This is going to be a long night… I can feel it already.
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The rest of the week flies by quickly, and I find myself slowly getting out of self-pity, and gradually forgetting about the H thing. Yes ‘H thing’ is how I’m referring to it. The word Harry just makes me cringe and I don’t really want to think about him ever again. So the ‘H thing’ it is.
Instead of keeping myself locked in my apartment all day I find myself on a nice leisurely stroll without a camera to take photos with. Of course I still haven’t got a new one yet since the break in, so I decide to take a few snaps on my phone if I see something that catches my eye. I decide to take a different route around the city today, just so I purposely avoid the park where the boys usually play on Saturdays. There would be nothing worse than to run into the ‘H thing’ today…
After taking a sharp right turn on a busy boulevard, I find myself walking down a street that seems to get emptier and emptier. The noises from the busy city streets have died down, and the walls begin to grow graffiti on them the further I walk down. This isn’t right, I thing I might have taken the wrong turn even though there wasn’t a right one. I pull my jacket closer and across the core of my body before swinging my body around to turn back to the main street. But the problem is something’s blocking my way. No, not a something. A someone.
