The Pursuit

Chapter 2

The next morning, upon waking up, Trott was shivering and feeling uneasy. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around and noticing it was still a bit dark out the window. He looked to his clock, which read, 5:56AM.
He sat there for a while, feeling as if he was being watched but didn't see anybody around. Shrugging it off, Trott decided to lay back down, thinking he's only paranoid from the loss of his friend, his best friend, his crush, and from not getting enough sleep.

"I miss you Smith, I will discover how you died..." Trott spoke quietly to himself.

As Trott was slowly drifting back to sleep, his window opened on its own, causing him to kinda jump as he was half asleep.

"Alex?" Trott called out, yawning, the only thought that went straight to his head.

After a few moments of silence, Trott sighed.
Who am I kidding? Ghosts aren't real... He thought to himself. He laid back down, and fell back to sleep.

~ 45mins later ~

A very cold burst of air under the covers woke Trott up, making him shiver. Baffled, he pulled another blanket over him and grabbed his phone and turned it on.

What the..? Trott thought, confused.
I don't remember saving this image of Smith and I...

"Alex?" Trott called out, looking around.

Shaking his head, Trott decided to text Ross.

Trott: "Hey."
"Do you know where this image came from?"

Trott sent the image to Ross, hoping for an answer. Within a few minutes, Trott's phone dinged with a reply.

Ross: "No idea. Didn't Smith take that sometime before he died?"

Trott: "I don't know. I found it on my phone just now. Why're you up this early? It's 6:43"

Ross: "I can't sleep :("

Trott: "I wish he was here... He always knew how to make everyone laugh and feel better..."

Ross: "Yeah... Any news about him?"

Trott: "No, they still haven't found anything about his death yet"

Ross: "How does he just, drop dead?"

Trott: "I'm not sure. They're lazy twats that aren't actually trying to find anything out. I might search for the answer myself."

Trott looked up towards the door, watching it slowly crack open, feeling a friendly presence.