killer |n.h|

|panicked|

❝There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives.❞ -Brandon Sanderson

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"The 17 year-old was finishing her last year of school before planning on going to the University of London. Her deceased body was found in the same river as Angus Bursley's, another student who was went to the same school as Mollie. Details are yet to be released, but hundreds of messages have already been sent to the victim's family. Katherine O'Keefe, Channel 4."

I stare at the wall, listening to every word the TV spoke.

I hated every single one of them. The words, I mean. They were only there because of Niall, who watched the news. I couldn't get the image of Mollie's panicked face out of my mind. I blink and feel a tear shed. I quickly wipe it away before anyone can notice.

Niall had left me tied up ok the basement as he took Mollie's body to the river. I was guessing he put her in a garbage bag like Angus. I bet it was like déjà vu for him, the bastard. At least an hour later I had fallen asleep and woke up to him cutting the duck tape off of me. Then I quietly went up to my room.

I didn't sleep at all and ended up crying and listening to dubstep. Weird, yes, but it oddly calmed me.

"I'm so sorry, dear," Maura says for the hundredth time that day. She walks around the couch and sits next to her son. I continue staring at the wall, but watch them out of the corner of my eye.

"It's okay," Niall says. He smiles sadly and rubs his hands together.

"You didn't see her at the party last week, right?"

"No, I guess she stayed home and something happened," he says.

"You killed her!" I wanted to shout. But I didn't. I couldn't.

I had threatened to tell his parents more than once, but Niall threatened my parents. I don't know what he meant, but judging by everything he's done so far, he could probably do anything to them. I didn't want to pull them into all of this.

"Sarah?" Maura says. I look over at her. There was worry on her face. "I said are you alright?"

"I'm just really tired," I mutter, rubbing my eyes.

"Why don't you go lie down?" she suggests. I nod and smile at her appreciatively. I walk out of the room and trudge up the stairs. On my way to my room I pass Andrew.

"Are you sick?" he asks, concern on his face.

"I'm just exhausted," I answer, slumping my shoulders for affect. He nods and hesitates to say something. But he walks past me anyway.

I close my door once I'm in my room. I sigh loudly and look up at the ceiling. Even though I hadn't been to church in years, I pray to God. I pray I would survive living here until December. I pray my mom and dad wouldn't be hurt. And finally, I pray Niall would be locked up and nobody else would be killed.

When I finish I lay down on my bed, wrapping the covers around me.

My eyes open when I hear knocking on my door. I glance at the clock and see I'd been asleep for twenty minutes. The door opens and I shut my eyes automatically. Niall sighs before closing the door. I feel him sit on the edge of the bed.

"If you're pretending to be asleep I'll kill you," he says monotone.

For a second I panicked, wondering if he was serious. But then he laughs quietly. "I'm kidding. You should hear this anyway."

I still don't move, waiting for him to say something else.

"You have to understand I'm not a bad person. I mean, to you I am, but I'm not really. I have reasons for my actions, and while they're pretty bad I can't explain those reasons right now."

He stops for a moment before continuing. His voice now sounded strained and cracked.

"I never planned on killing Mollie. She was my closest friend I've ever had. But she had to leave, just like Angus. If you're wondering, Andrew and my parents aren't in danger. I love them too much. As for you, I think it's up to you whether or not you want to be a victim of murder."

Niall, please.

"I'm different than other people. Different people are automatically weird people. Weird people don't get respect. Those without respect don't have a choice in life. I had to do what I had to do."

With that, he sighs one more time and pushes off of my bed. He starts to walk out of room. But I stop him before he can.

"I once read a book called The Way of Kings."

Niall stops and turns around to look at me. I sit up and kick the covers off of me. His hands were at his side in smell fists.

"It was by Brandon Sanderson, and I hated it. I had to read it for school though. It was so boring, except for Chapter 10."

"What was interesting about Chapter 10?" he asks softly. I felt my eyes glaring at him as I started tearing up.

"There was a quote in it that I've never forgotten."

"What was the quote?"

"There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives."

He stares at me, emotionless. I stare back him, waiting for his next move. He doesn't do anything though. Instead he just whispers,

"Too bad I don't read."

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Sorry this chapter is so short and shitty.

I've been at theatre camp all week and it's really fun but stressful. But tomorrow we're FaceTiming James Monroe, who was the Jenie in Aladdin on Broadway AND HE WON A TONY AND IM SO EXCITED OMFFMKDDXKX

sorry ;) I can't wait!! Bye!