Do you remember that hot summer day? We were sitting in a park eating ice cream. Suddenly we saw a strange man. His clothes was rather ragged, he was running and looking all around himself in a terrified manner. And he had a scarf. No. A red mark on his right temple.
You walked to the bin with some trash when you heared a shot. You turned around and saw the man falling dead to the ground. People started shouting and running away. Before you could sort out your thoughts, I was throwing your bag at you and shouting "Run! Quick!". So we ran away.
It was later in the newspaper that a man was shot in the park and nobody saw the killer, nor could anybody find out why would anybody want the man dead.
Do you remember that cold afternoon? We met after school to have a talk. It was freezing and we soon decided to go to a cafe. We were walking through a street when we saw a little girl. She could be no more than six years old. We came closer and saw a waterfall of tears falling from her sky blue eyes.
"Hey. Are you alright? Where are your parents?"
"They're home."
"They're home? So what are you doing here all alone in the cold?"
"Waiting."
"For what?"
She didn't respond.
"Don't you wanna go home?"
She shrugged.
"Where do you live?"
"I don't know."
We called the police. They decided to take her to the station. She looked at us over her shoulder when she was getting in the car. Then we saw it. That one thing she'd been hiding all the time. A red mark. The next day they found her lying dead in the same street. She was shot in her right temple.
Do you remember the last time you saw yourself in the mirror? All the day you've been wandering why was everybody looking at you.
You have a red mark.
I'm coming.
Don't lock the door. I'm already in.
