Somewhere Only We Know ((On Hold))

Chapter 6: Visitors

Visitors

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I really wished I didn't have to go to school. I really wanted to know what kind of information X had gotten that was so important. I hope it was something better than tire tracks. I was coming up with possible scenarios of what X had that was such an emergency, while focusing ahead seeing the Fall and Thanksgiving decorations hanging around the halls. It must be something good, he never texts me unless it's important. I didn't realize someone was walking behind me until I felt the heat coming off from the body.

No one can't really scare me, I notice them before they can even make their move. I turned around casually and saw Ian pouting at me.

"You used to be so easy to scare."

I cocked an eyebrow, "Yes, now you can only blame yourself."

"How come?" he asked.

"Because you helped with my preparation for the potential scarers."

He smiled as he walked beside me. "How are you and Grams by the way, did she make it home okay?"

"She's fine, I'm fine. Nothing more to tell." I shrugged. "She likes to party, I guess. She feels young 'cuz she's with her friends again." Sometimes I don't know why I keep bothering with this act, someones bound to catch up with my lies. I just hope the first one isn't Ian. He nodded and held the door open for me as we walked into our English room together.

English was interesting. We ended up sharing my copy of Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"---how original. The rest of the day went by fast. After Math I was pushing for the time to go faster for Biology to see him again. I ended up there earlier than I expected. I sat there waiting anxiously, but then disappointment quickly washed over me when seeing Mr. Hanover closing the door for no disturbence. A few minutes later, I stared at the doorway hoping he would be walking through the door anytime soon. I gave up when he wasn't waiting with the rest of the boys in the gym. Not only disappointment but concerned for his well-being rushed through me. Why am I so concern for him after what he's done to me? He effected my life that much?

Coach Burns looked over to me when gym class began. "Thorne, where's your friend, Thatcher?" I didn't trust my voice so I just shrugged and walked away with Benny.

As soon as the bell had rung, I rushed out of the girls locker room, I wished Benny a Happy Thanksgiving and that I'll see her after the break. Finally, a few days to myself to work on this case.

I left straight for Downtown. A few hops, skip and a jump I was there---literally. I ran up the staircase to the fourth floor until I was doors down from room "666".

That's when I saw it.

X's door was ajar, which let off a serious warning signal off in my mind. I pressed my back against the wall for precaustion. I listened closely for any movement and the only thing came in its place was silence. I sniffed the air and smelled a light stench tainting the air in the room.

I opened the door wider and saw an unsettling sight.

Each computer with a black screen and a dead X in his favorite computer chair.

I gasped, the only sign of emotion I couldn't control. I was sad, yes, but I have no time for that. I inhaled deeply to grab the sent of who was here with X.

Nothing. The scent of his lifless body is starting to overpower anyother recent scent in the room. I have come to a dead end. I have no lead on who killed X as well as no new information of my parents death. This could have a robbery---but nothing was missing. This could have been some type of near by gang fight and X was in cross-fire---but there's no bullet shells anywhere to be seen as well blood spatters on walls. And yet, I had a feeling there must be a connection with me.