Possessive // h.s

Chapter two

The police flood the building checking ever corner and crevice to find evidence. The men in bulletproof vests rush over and check the bank employees for any injuries, as I stand in the middle of all the chaos. My mind draws a blank line as my heart beats faster then a cheetah can run. I feel the adrenaline and blood rush through my veins like a river. How could something so corrupt happen on such a normal day? Why would a boy with innocence in his eyes do such a thing?

The police approach me and ask me a few questions.
"Did you see what the criminal looked like? Do you recall anything important we should know about?"
The answers rest at the tip of my tongue, but I am unable to say anything. I reply the strangers words in my head 'if you tell anyone i'll kill you'. Out of pure fear and curiosity, I keep my mouth shut and shake my head.

Once all the inspecting is done they send us all home. I walk down the damp path to my apartment complex. Somehow I get the feeling that I'm being watched, I can feel a cold pair of eyes staring into the back of my skull. I quickly turn around to a blank road. Not a single soul to be seen. Maybe I'm just paranoid by the whole bank robbery scene. I constantly hear the voice in the back of my head saying he'll kill me if I tell a single person, but he couldn't possibly find me. London's a big place filled with many people how could he hunt me down? I debate on telling the police but my conscience says otherwise.

I approach my building as I trudge up the stairs to my door. I fumble with my keys to unlock it. As I finally do so I walk to my room to the right, and face plant into the cool white sheets. I was exhausted with all the stress, and the worry about the threat I had received.

What to do next?

A/N: Sorry it's super short, didn't have much to write at the moment, I'm really tired. Anyway...goodnight.