Death Avenue

Dark Secrets

*Amber's POV*

"Amber, Amber, Amber!"

"Anna, what do you want?" I just want sleep. It's 4 am in the morning.

"Zara was in an accident. I need your keys." Oh no!

"Okay, here." I open my door and hand her the keys.

"I'll be back later Amber." She sighs and rushes out the house. Lord.

*time passes*

It's around 10 am when I awaken. Anna has sent me thousands of messages.

5:18am  Anna: She's not okay.  

5:25am  Anna: She's in a coma.

6:00am  Anna: They don't know if she'll make it.

6:34am Anna: I need to be away for a while, I'll be home later.

7:00am Anna: I'll be at the park if you need me.

Poor Anna. I hope she ate something beforehand. I text her back.

9:54am Amber: Take care Anna. I love you.

I see an Instagram notification from "zaraaaa_". Zara? I open the message.

zaraaaa_ has requested to message you

I open the message. She sent it last night.

"annas roosknajn" Anna's what?

I sit there, in complete confusion because I have no idea what she meant. Things are just going crazy.

As I was going downstairs to get some water, I glanced at Anna's room. I know she hates it when I go in there, but I can't help but feel that she's hiding something from me.

I walk in, everything looks very neat and in place. I see her laptop on the bed. It didn't seem as bad as the last time I was in here.

I walk over to her closet and check all her jackets until I spot one that doesn't look quite her style. I look at the key chain hanging from the pocket, it's a student ID of Sam Anderson.

My eyes widen is shock. Why is his jacket is in Anna's closet? I quickly move away from the closet and onto her dressers. I begin to dig through them, searching for anything else that might relate to Sam or Emily.

I finish digging through her drawers. I then decide to look under her bed. Who doesn't hide stuff under their bed. I quickly find a phone with a badly cracked screen. I grab it hoping it is not dead yet. The phone was too damaged to work properly so I gave up, but then I remembered how there is always something in a phone case.

I quickly flip the phone out of the case and I find an old looking driver's license of Ethan White. I can't believe this. My own sister was connected to his disappearance this whole entire time.  She probably knows about the other disappearances as well.

I cannot believe I never noticed how fake she's been acting this whole time. Maybe this is what Zara was trying to tell me. Maybe, just maybe her horrible "accident" wasn't a coincidence.

I need to get to the cops, but I need more evidence.

*bang*

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the front door slamming.

She's back.