The killing of rose eve

Part 2

BEEP BEEP BEEP . Groaning rose collected herself and rolled out of bed 5:00 the clock read rose shoved around in her closet and found her running clothes she slipped them on hiding her trusty knife where she could easily get it if trouble came her way. Running was like breathing for her; it gave her time to think about life, death and most of all why people were trying to kill her. She huffed around and around then her phone rang. She didn't answer it, that was probably the biggest mistake she could make.

Email so many emails more than she could count, from Ben ?? who the hell was the same thing written on each and every email , I have found you , I have found you , I have found you. She couldn't bring this up with the police. They would ask too many questions and they would probably find out about the whole group. She deleted the emails and blocked him but that didn't take her mind off the chilling message that now was going to follow her everywhere for the rest of her life. ... and maybe her after life.

That night she heard a bang from downstairs she grabbed her knife. She would have had a gun but her team decided that it might attract too much attention. She steadily made her way downstairs holding a knife in her hand. There was a girl downstairs maybe five. She let a sigh of relief out ' what are you doing here missy?' Rose asked, hiding the knife behind her back. The girl looked at her her sullen eyes pointing at her she didn't move she just looked behind roses back where the sharp blade of the knife poked out she looked away and said her voice speaking for itself ' my dad has f-f- found you and you need to get away before he hurts you like he will do to me and like he did to mother then he will do it to the whole world ' she wiped her eyes and looked at her waiting for a response. ' What do you mean ? I do not understand' It spoke . ' I mean he will find you , he has found you and if you do not get away you will die we will all die' she spoke her tonne was chilling and had a hint of angry in it and like that she was gone her words echoed in my ears we will all die we will all die oh yes we will all die.

I walked out of my house it was sunny today, I hustled my phone out of my pocket and read the news trying to figure out how Ben was anything about ben. I entered his name into the internet and scrolled through. This was useless ben, ben ben ben but nothing about a scopath. I shoved my phone into my pocket walking by a park. I heard giggling and happy laughter. I looked over, there was a little girl on a swing, her father pushing her as she squealed with delight. She shouted for her father to go faster, and ache settled in my heart and my chest squeezed. I remembered the happy days where I was the little girl and i was the one squealing in delight but a memory flashed through my mind that night where my fathers sudden scream woke me up , I rushed out of my bed and swung his door open there he lay his eyes open and screaming with terror his blood poured down the bed and he whispered ' I love you my little rosebud' and then he slowly died. From that day on I stared at the swing daring myself to go on. I did one day out. I couldn't bear it. I took a deep breath and shuffled on because now the little girl was staring at me I realised I was crying.