The Killer at Greenville High

POV: Sara (Chapter 2)

TW: There are some very graphic scenes at the end of this chapter. If you are sensitive to any kind of graphic content please tap away from this story

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I sigh, Wow I can't believe I'm running into him, I thought he didn't even have this class?!

"You sound happy to see me, so what have you been up to sweet cheeks?" Dylan says slyly

"I'm not happy to see you and my name is Sara not 'sweet cheeks'" I say the last part in a mocking tone while heading toward my seat, "I thought you didn't have this class" I say as an afterthought in an almost non-existent voice

"I decided I couldn't bear another day without seeing you," he says this grinning as though he enjoyed my pain. "You're not still mad that I cheated on you, are you baby?" I ignore him and even though my cheeks are red with anger and my hands are trembling I find a way to calm myself down and focus on my work.

I think to myself as I'm finishing up my work I wish I could figure out who he slept with, it's been killing me ever since we broke up. Even if it meant killing him to find out who it was... I stop my thoughts right there as I realize how screwed up they are. What's wrong with me? There was literally just a murder. I need to calm down, killing someone is not worth gaining all their memories and knowledge. No matter how much I think I need it.

I spend the rest of the day thinking about Claire, Sam, and Dylan. School finally ends after what feels like the worst and longest day ever and as soon as I get home I take a nap.

6 p.m. rolls around and I'm still not even fully up. I'm still really groggy from the previous hours spent at school, but I know I have to get up and start getting ready for my date with Charlie. After a few minutes of debating if I should get up or not I get up and start getting ready.

It's 7:30 p.m. and Charlie is still not here. I hope he's not standing me up...maybe he just got stuck in traffic? I wait 30 more mins and just assume he's never gonna come so I sit down on my couch and doze off.

I feel like I'm being shaken so I automatically think it's my mom waking me up. " Sorry mom, just give me 5 more mins.." I say sleepily "Sara, it's me, Charlie. Sorry, I came late, I had some business to take care of." Charlie says in an apologetic voice. I automatically sit up, "Charlie?! How did you get into my house? Also, it's 10'o clock, I can't go anywhere, it's too late." I say with concern in my voice

"Well... the door was open so I just let myself in, and come on Sara! It's only 10, have some fun. You'll be back home before your mom even notices." he says

I think back, I'm almost positive that I locked the door...weird...

"Let me just grab my jacket and we can go, also you still haven't told me where we are going," I say the first part reluctantly but my reluctance turns into curiosity.

"I told you it's a surprise," he says mischievously. I grab my coat and we head out of the door. Wait what business did he have to take care of?

We arrive at our destination and I can already tell that he brought me to a party. What kind of surprise is this? We get out of the car and enter the front doors of the house that's hosting the party. My vision is filled with dancing people and flashing lights. All I can hear is loud rap music.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie says with a little shyness in his voice.

I obviously have to lie because if I don't I'll hurt his feelings and I really don't want that. "It seems really cool..." I say. As soon as the words come out of my mouth, a drunk guy emerges from the crowd and throws up in a plant next to the doorway.

The night seemed to drag on forever, I lost Charlie in the crowd and now I was willing to get anyone to drive me home. I look around and spot a fairly sober junior that goes to my school, I immediately try to reach him through the wave of dancing people and finally find my way there.

I try my best to put a friendly look on my face and not sound so desperate "Hey, I'm sorry to ask this but, I don't have a ride home and you seem like the only sober person here so can you drive me home?" I say very desperately despite my efforts to do the exact opposite.

"Erm...I would but I drive a motorcycle, are you okay with riding one?" he says loudly because the music seemed to get louder as soon as we started our convo. At this point, it's either possible death by motorcycle or staying at this party any longer. I look at my lock screen on my phone, it reads 1:33 a.m., death by motorcycle it is then.

We both head outside and try to find his motorcycle in the dark. "So, what's your name?" I say hoping to start a convo to avoid any possible awkward silence.

"It's Owen, yours?" he says, not really focused because he's still looking for his motorcycle.

"Oh cool, mine is Sara," I say in reply, the convo dies there, but he finds his motorcycle soon enough anyway. He hopes on and starts it and I just stand there because I've never been on one in my life. How am I supposed to get on this thing?!, I think he starts to notice that I have no idea what to do so he starts to help me on, once I get settled he seems to get ready to go but he pauses for a moment. "You have to hold onto my waist..." he says in almost a whisper. I do as he says but can't help but blush while doing so. He drives off and cold wind chills my whole body.

After getting lost 2 times on the way to my house we finally make it, not that I'm complaining though, Owen smelled really good and not to mention he is like super cute. He stops the motorcycle and I hop off. I turn around to thank him and as I do something comes over me, may it be courage or stupidity, I get closer to Owen to thank him for the ride. I decide the thing that came over me moments ago is stupidity and walk away from Owen and toward my house. I take a few steps, but my hand meets Owen's hand as he pulls me to his chest and kisses me. His lips feel so soft and I want this moment to last forever, but soon the moment is met with a bitter end as I feel a sharp pain in my side. I stagger back and realize I've been stabbed. I fall down at the sight of my own blood, I want to scream, but I'm too in shock to even think properly let alone let out even a whimper. I soon see Owen come over my dying body and feel another pain in my chest, he was making sure I was going to die, he watched me slowly fade away and even chuckled a little bit as he gained every single aspect of my being. Every memory, every talent, and all my knowledge, taken from me in the blink of an eye and soon enough I see is darkness.

My body isn't found in my driveway until 8 in the morning, my mom found me. Soon my face was on every news station in the state. I couldn't feel anything. I was just some nonexisting consciousness that saw everything that I wanted to without feeling one single thing. To a person with feelings, it would've been torture but I endured it all without one single tear. I had a sudden wave of knowledge approach and at that moment I knew exactly what to say. "I'm ready to go," I say into the black void and then I am really nothing more.

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The first dark chapter of many to come, I wanted to start off simple and not do anything drastic in the first chapter, but I thought I'd better Make this chapter so everyone knew what this story is really about.

Thank you to everyone for reading! I know I don't have many readers right now, but maybe this chapter will pick up some readers. Please share, favorite, comment, and add to your library!

(Sorry for releasing later than promised, not saying it won't happen again because of school work but I'll try my best to work toward the set date.)
(Charlie Reeves pictured at top)

Next Chapter: 1/12/18