Dealing With The Deadliest [Finished]

|Chapter 4|Dealing with Fear

''Why did you call me here? What happened?' she continued, wiping away the mess of tears and hair from my face. I broke into a cold sweat.

'B-Bell listen, it's happening.''

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''What? What's happening? Calm down first,'' she ordered.

We moved away from the crowd and sat in a table close by.

''I-I got a rose.''

I felt despair and helplessness take all over me as these words left my mouth. It was the last thing I thought I would  be telling to someone.

Why? Why me? What have I done? No, more importantly, the victims ..who had received the roses, what had THEY done? Were they as innocent as me? Holy pancake, I  hesitate to kill a fly. I am just randomly selected as the next target, aren't I?

"What?!" she cried out. Her face scrunched up in absolute disbelief. She looked like I had just lost my mind.

"It's true,'' I uttered low. 

Her mouth voicelessly remained open, unable to condense the fact that her best friend would be dying in a while.

"Does Jake know?" she asked, placing her palms on mine.

"No, he shouldn't know this. He will end up doing something stupid,'' I reason out.

Jake and Bell are my best friends. I have known them almost my entire life. They were among the only few people who had stayed in the town. In simple words, both of them are super important to me , more than anyone  I know.

"He's reckless as he is. We can't tell him,'' she explicates the obvious "Sasha" she paused "Tell me all that happened. Everything."

I gear up to tell her everything that had happened some hours ago.

1 and half hours ago

Summer. Vacations. All in all, a bliss. I had stayed up late playing SkyRoads the entire night, as a result of which I had entitled myself to a nap at 3 pm, setting my alarm at 7 p.m. sharp.

I was all hustled up in my bed, enjoying the warmth of the blanket, well that is at least what I expect myself to be doing while I am in a deep sleep. I think it was around 6:30 or so that I jolted up from my bed for someone rung that shrilly piercy doorbell  for freaking three times in a row. I was about to ignore it, but realization gave away when I presumed that it could have been mom giving me one of her surprise visits to see how well I had been taking care of myself.

I hurried downstairs in a groggy mood and peeped through the eyehole. It was...empty. Okay this was one of those situations where you are not, under any circumstance, are supposed to open your door, or whatever was the eyehole for?

I knew that by heart, but well who cared, just a sneak-a-peek wouldn't hurt. I opened the door by an inch and the first thing that caught my eye was that spooky red rose lying on the doormat.

All the grogginess , all the dopiness, all the drowsiness vanished into thin air as emergency alarms started ringing in my head, my mind and my body. I froze and rubbed my eyes once and twice to make sure it was a rose and not some  letter addressed to me.

 Chills crept up my spine as I realized that there were chances I could be headless any moment now. I immediately opened my door a one eighty degree to search for the perpetrator, that is if he was still there.

This

Is

Not

Happening