Letters to Describe

Chapter 3

She hurls the chair at the window, but it bounced off and almost hit her head.

" I hate you! ", she yelled, banging her fists on the window. Suddenly, the boy's head appeared on the other side of the glass.

" Are you yelling at a window? ", he questioned at her.

She stumbled back in shock, what was he doing here? She stared at him, suddenly angry. She didn't want him to see her face all red and blotchy, so she turned away to pick up the chair. She figured he could just teleport into her room so she didn't bother opening the window, which, stupidly, she just realized you had to unlock and pull up to open. As she expected, he teleports into her room, appearing in the chair in front of her.

"Why didn't you inform me of the crime?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "What crime?", she said.

"You know, the murder.", he says. He says the last word very loudly, making her bristle.

She falls on the ground in front of him, blacked out. She finds herself standing in front of a man with blond hair and brown eyes. He struggles, trying to get out of the ropes she tied him with. She holds a knife in her hand, already coated in blood from the man's wife. They are in a shed next to the man's house, it's walls seeming to get smaller every step she takes closer to the man. Charlie, that was his name. She is now close enough to him that her thighs brush his knees, the knife's tip against his neck with light pressure. She then remembers why she needs to kill him, her house. Her parents. He killed her parents when he set fire on her house. She could still see the match slowly soaring toward the broken window. Tick Tick Tick. Time is running out. Full of anger, she plunges the knife in his neck, burying the knife to its hilt.