Blood on the Boa

Blood on the Boa Pt. 1

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this new short story! if you do, please remember to vote and share, and comment on what you thought.  Also, check out my other stories, such as the Battle of the Four Moons, Do It For Her, Grey Eyes, and The Face in the Window. Unlike my other short stories, I've decided to break this one up into two separate parts, so there will be a couple more updates on this story. The video above is "Killer in the Mirror" by Set It Off, and I thought it would be relevant to the story. Anyway, enjoy!

Chloe Walters was found dead this morning with blood flowing from her face. She was found by Jane Bion in the art classroom of the local middle school. It looked as though she had been dead for quite some time. Detective Bryan is...

"That's the third one this week! The tenth this month! How many more murders are gonna happen before Detective Bryan can get even a clue as to what's going on?" My father shouted. I was so entranced by the television that I had nearly forgotten about school. I checked my watch. Shoot! I thought, as I had five minutes to get to my bus. I quickly slipped on my sneakers and shouted to my father as I left, slamming the door behind me. I darted down my street and turned the corner, and at the same time, a yellow bus whizzed past me. I knew I hadn't missed it yet, so I raced it to my stop. I ran with all the energy I could muster from a single bite of toast and half a glass of milk, and I listened to the advice of one of my favorite bands, "Keep running." The bus was slowing down, but I was almost there. I sprinted past the sign, past the back of the bus, and just as I arrived at my stop, the doors were closed, and the bus was getting to the next stop.

Thankfully for me, the next stop was at the end of the street, and the bus needed time to get itself to that speed again. I practically flew to the end of the street and waited for the bus, which came much after me. I shoved an ear bud in, trying not to make eye contact with the other two kids at the bus stop, even if they were a year younger than me. You see, I never was a social person, not even in my younger ages. I'd always kept my thoughts to myself, but what people don't get is, it's not because I don't like people, or because I'm nervous about meeting them. I just never have anything to say. Social protocol is a lost concept to me.

The bus had pulled up to the stop two minutes after I'd reached, and the old glass doors squeaked as they opened. The high frequency irritates my ears, so I increase volume for my music. As I said, I'm not exactly thriving in my social life, but that's okay. In fact, it comes with a few perks. One of which is having a three seater all to yourself so that your backpack can be next to you as a sort of shield, as you scroll through Tumblr on your phone or you obsessively dive into the new chapter on the Wattpad book you were reading. It proves to be an affable experience every morning. Except this morning, when a young girl came by and asked for a place to sit.

I'm not one for company, so someone asking me to make room for them on my seat didn't set in well with me. Nevertheless, I put my backpack on my lap and continued to stare at my phone screen, allowing her to take the seat beside me.

"I'm Abby. Thanks for letting me sit here." I nodded at her, desperately trying to hunt that I was not in the mood for conversing. I often get disturbed by the thought of conversation with strangers. It takes me awhile to trust someone enough to be able to start a conversation with them. I turned up the volume on my music, and drowned out the sounds of idle chatter on the bus to the tune of The Calendar by Panic! At The Disco. I felt it was relevant to my situation, as we had just started school. Summer really was on its deathbed. Abby, thankfully, took a sip of water, then opened a book and began reading. The bus wheels squealed as they pulled up to our school. Of course, we're the only bus here. We're late. Again. Abby was still immersed in her book as the rest of the students spilled out the bus. I tapped her on the shoulder. No response.

"Hey Abby?" I began, a bit hesitant. I know how it feels to get distracted by a book. "Abby, come on. We're at school. We're late again." Still nothing. I pulled the book out of her hands. She didn't even fight for it! I began to shake her by the shoulders. "Abby lets go! Or at least let me go. You can be late, but I'm not sitting here." Her head flipped back as I shook her, and I stood there horrified. Her eyes were brimming with a mixture of blood and tears and were rolled to the back of her head. There was blood running from her nose, under her tongue, and in between her teeth. Seeing this, I could think of only one thing to do, and I did. I screamed. I climbed over her and got out of the bus. There was no one around except for Dr. Bion. She looked at me disapprovingly, but seeing the utter panic in my expression, she softened.

"What happened?" She asked, holding me, attempting to calm me down.

"On t-the bus-- it's--" I gasped. I burst into tears before finishing, and Dr. Bion sat me down on the bench as she went to investigate. I didn't even know why I was crying. I was scared--terrified, in fact. I was confused. A few minutes later, after my jeans had absorbed all my tears, I saw Dr. Bion come out of the bus. She looked just as confused as I was. Her eyes were wide with shock.

"Dr. Bion?"

"She, sh-she..." Dr. Bion sat next to me on the bench, gripping the arm rest so tightly that her knuckles looked white. "She's dead."