killer |n.h|

|petrified|

❝There aren't any such things as monsters." "Not in the daytime, anyway," he said, and smiled at her.❞ -Cujo

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The bus ride home was the longest thing in my life. I tried to look normal, but that obviously failed. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, so I gripped the seat under me.

"Hey American girl!" someone says. I look up at the boy sitting two seats ahead of me. It was Angus' friend, the one I talked to just hours ago.

Angus, he was dead. Oh my gosh, I saw a dead body.

"Yeah?" I call back. My voice was shaky and I cleared it quickly.

"Did you ever find out what happened to Angus?" he calls.

"No," I say shaking my head. Yeah, he's just hanging in the janitor's closet, covered in blood.

Seriously, Sarah?! This is no time for puns!....... But it was kind of funny... just hanging out in there, haha.... Stop it!!

"Oh," he says, turning back around. I look out at the window. The sun was shining, the hills were still bright green. It seemed like a picture-perfect scene. I absolutely hated it.

What was I supposed to do? Do I tell someone? No, I couldn't, there was no evidence. But I couldn't just let Niall get away with it.

Niall. Sweet, innocent Niall. Of all people, he was the last person I expected to kill someone. Oh god, he killed someone! The words kept spinning in my head as the bus pulls up to the Horan house. More like Horror house if you ask me. Sarah, shut up!!

I walk up the cement driveway, noticing Bobby's car was in the driveway. He wouldn't be a killer either, right? Oh please God, please no. Once I'm on the porch I stand there, staring at the door. I didn't want to go in. I didn't want to face any of them. But I had to. I couldn't run away, the was a dumb idea. So, I muster up the little bravery I had at the moment and swing the door open.

From my spot I could see Bobby look up at me from the kitchen. He smiles at me warmly and waves. He can't know anything happened I tell myself. I smile back at him, close the door, and take my backpack off.

"How was your first day?" he asks. I walk from the shirt hallway into the kitchen.

"Good! I met a lot of new-"

I stop talking when I see Niall standing across from him.

"Hey, Sarah," he says. My eyes start to widen. I felt petrified just seeing him there. He was smiling so sweetly, like he always did. My knees felt like they would buckles right there. But then I remember Bobby was standing right there.

"Hey," I say shakily. I mange to sort of smile at him. He continues to grin, which just annoys me. "Why weren't you on the bus?"

"I had a project to work on," he replies smoothly. His expression and voice don't change one bit. "It's that essay from science and I had to use the computer."

"Oh," I say simply.

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That night I end up staying up until nearly midnight. It was a school night, but I did it back home anyway. I was busy looking up makeup tricks on Pinterest on my computer, because I was stupid like that.