killer |n.h|

|frightened|

❝Life is for the living.

Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music.

And death a note unsaid.❞

-Langston Hughes

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If you had helped hide a body, watched and heard someone die, and lived with the killer, would you want to go school?

No. But I had to.

I walk down the halls quietly and avoid everyone's gaze. To say I was looking down as I walked to my locker would be stereotypical. But, I look down as I walk to my locker anyway. There I do the combination an carefully set my books on the top shelf.

For some odd reason I have been very cautious of everything I touched. It was as if I didn't want to hurt them or anything. I pull out my music folder and tuck it in my bag. I slowly but forecfully close my locker and turn around. I end up walkig right into my least favorite person.

"Sorry," Niall laughs.

I smile a tiny bit and walk past him, avoiding his eyes. As I walk through the familiar halls I continue looking down. Aside from Niall and all of that stuff, I enjoyed school. It was very different but similar to my old school. By now I was used to the time zone, which was five hours ahead.

I focus my mind on school and homework as I reach the music room. A boy who I didn't recognize was standing there and opens the door for me. I smile at him politely ans mutter a "thank you". Once I reach my seat in the back I look up and frown. Nobody else was in the room ecxcept the teacher, Ms. Hannigan.

"We're not having class today, Sarah," she says.

"Oh, why not?" I ask. She walks toward me and sits in the seat in front of me.

"We're having an assembly to talk about Mollie and Angus," she replies. I frown and nod. "We're just discussing their deaths and introuducing a few new councelors. The Board of Education felt it would be good if there were people you and you classmates could talk to."

"I agree," I say solemnly. "When does it start?"

"30 minutes, but teachers want you to return to your Homeroom."

"May I spend five minutes in here? I really wanted to practice my violin quickly."

"Five minutes, no more," she replies, standing up. She turns around slowly and looks at me. "Tell Niall I'm sorry about Mollie, I knew they were close."

I nod and watch her walk out of the room. I wak over to my insrtument cubby and take out the case. I slowly pull my violin out as I sit down. I study the thin strings before placing the bow on them. I glide it across carefully and listen to the music it makes. My eyes close as I play an Irish song I had recently learned.

Each note comes out perfectly, making the room filled with wonderful music. During times like these, when it' just me and the violin, my brain shuts off. I forget the blood. I forget and sreaming and Niall. All I think about is my fingers as the y guide to bow over the strings.

I play the last few notes and let out a sigh. I sit there for a moment in the quiet before tucking the instrument away carefully. Ad I walk over to the cubby to tuck it away I hear,

"That was very pretty."

I was frightened by Niall's voice but ignore him and grab my music folder. I pass him without a word. His eyes follow me as I walk out of the room, but he doesn't say anything. The hallways were quieter, since students had started heading to their Homeroom. I open my locker and shove my folder in it.

"Hey Sarah, we have to go back to Homeroom," a male voice says behind me.

"I know,' I say politely, turning around. I almost scream when I see it's Angus.

I blink and realize it was just a classmate. He was staring at me like I was crazy, which was partially true.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," I mutter, the words tripping over each other. He frowns and laughs a little.

"You looked pretty frightened, like you thought I was a murder or something."

You have no idea.

"Yeah," I laugh. He finally walks away, leaving me alone in the hall.

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This chapter is so fucking terrible it's embarrassing.

But I have major writer's block for this story. I just finished That's Showbiz and I've had a ton of ideas lately. I promise you all that the next (and last) chapters will be longer and have more drama :)

Anyway, thanks for reading killer up to this point. It's not my best work but it means a lot whenever someone cites for it or comments. Well bye.

(omf I sound like that annoying kid from The Polar Express am i right)