"What do you mean! How do you know this?" "Noah, stop asking questions. I flew back a week ago. He gave me challenges to do. I had to do it, otherwise you'd be dead by now. So I texted him this morning and told him that I have dirt on you, but I had to see him in person. He agreed and I attacked him. I had nothing and he had a knife. He stabbed me and told me that he's coming to kill you and then he ran away. That's why I came here." I shake my head. "Gray, I'm so sorry. I can't believe all this shit is happening to me. What am I going to do?"
"We need to get out of here." A loud bang at the door makes the both of us jump. "Fuck. He's here. We have to hide." Gray gets up but groans in pain. "Gray! You can't. You're going to make the wound worse. Let me help you into my closet." I take his arm and wrap it around my neck. We get into the closet and suddenly the front door bashes open.
"Shit." We keep as quiet as possible. I can feel Gray's warm breath on me. I start to shake from fear but then out of nowhere, Gray takes my hand into his and whispers to me to calm down. A shadow appears from my door and a man in a white hoodie enters. I take long and quiet breaths to calm myself down. He looks around and when his face shows, my heart skips a few beats. "Oh fuck." I try to stay as quiet as I can. He looks exactly the same. How is this even possible? He exits the room and Gray looks at me. "What?" I stare at him for a few moments. "This can't be possible, but that's Brooke's brother." He looks confused. "What do you mean?" I take a look around to see if he's close by. "Look, when we were kids we used to go to this park. One day Johnny and I were playing in the junglegym and he fell. Everyone thought he was dead. Well, I thought he was dead and Brooke too. We got dragged away by our grandmother. She just left him there. I guess he never died." Gray takes out his cellphone and dials 911. He waits a few seconds. "Hello? Yes please come quickly. There's a man in our house and he wants to kill us." I stare at him and then look around to see if Johnny is anywhere near us. "It's 49 Groove Lane street. Thanks. Please hurry!" He locks his phone and looks at me. "Okay, they'll be here soon. Just hold on."
Not even five minutes passed when we heard the sirens. We got out of the closet and Johnny was standing in front if my door. He knew we were in the closet. But why didn't he do something? "Johnny..? Is that you?" He stares at me while holding his knife. He grins. "Of course it's me. You put my sister in jail, you bastard. You left me for dead at that park." I shake my head. "No it's not like that! Please, let's just talk. Put the knife down." The sirens grow louder. "You called the cops on me!" He starts running and Gray goes after him. They get out the front door and Gray tackles him. The police cars arrive and screeches in the road. Four police officers get out and I yell that it's the guy in the ground. They pull Johnny up and arrest him. "You'll pay for this, Noah Muller! You'll pay! They put him inside the car and he stares at me through the window. The car leaves and a police officer calls for an ambulance for no reason. Gray is on the grass and the police officer is covering his wound.
"No. No!" I run towards him and get on my knees. "What's going on?" The officer is keeping pressure on the wound. "He loosing a lot of blood. He got stabbed in the chest with a knife." I shake my head. Not again. I look at Gray and he looks at me. He takes my hand. "Please... don't let go." My eyes start watering up. "Gray, I'm so sorry." He shakes his head weakly. "Don't... apologize. It's not you're fault." Tears start to exit my eyes and drips onto the ground. "God, why does this keep happening to me!" I start getting angry but then Gray grips my hand tightly. "No...please." He stares at me and asks me one last question. "Can I kiss you.."I stare at him. I lower my head and crush my lips against his. I lift my head and his eyes are closed. "No!" I punch my fist into the ground while I cry and scream. The officer takes me away and the ambulance arrives. She takes me inside my house and I turn my head and see that they're covering him and taking him into the van.
Hours have passed and all I've done was cry and drink coffee. My mom finally arrived. She was in shock and crying and asking if I was okay. I nodded just to get her off my back. She talked to the police officer and she told her everything that happened. I only had one thought in my head right now.
My mother sat next to me and asked me what happened. I told her what happened and she sighed out loud. She rested her head onto her lap and sat straight again. "What the hell are we going to do? Every time I see, there's shit going on." The police officer approaches me. She puts her hand on my shoulder. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I can't even imagine what you're going through." I look up at her. "You're right, you don't." My mom slaps my arm. "Noah! Stop being so rude. I'm so sorry." She winks at my mom and shakes her head. "Don't worry about it." She leaves the house and my mom stares at me. I look at her. "What?" "You're going to see a therapist tomorrow. And that's final." She stands up but then I stop her.
"Yeah, no fuck therapy. We need to move."
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How I See It
Mystery / ThrillerTeenage boy, Noah, had his life all planned out. Well, at least that's what he thought. Everything that happened before he graduated, was NOT expected. After one incident, another happens. Life just can't get any worse for him, can it?
