Closer Than You Think

A Brush With Death

I looked at the man leaning against my car.

He seemed tall, and was wearing a white sweatshirt and black pants. I couldn't see his face, but why would I want too?

I just wanted him to get away from the car.

Who just leans against someone else's car smoking? Especially when there's someone else obviously IN the car!

I shook my head and looked back down at my phone. I had just texted Jacky and she wasn't responding. She usually didn't.

After about five minutes of looking at my phone, staring at a 'shit brix' picture I looked up at the police station. I could see thru the window. Poppop and the other cops seemed to be looking at a book. I sighed, why exactly did I have to come again? It was cold and boring in here!

After sending out another random text, I glanced out the window. Thank god, the guy was gone. I was on the verge of leaving!

My stomach growled. Shit. I've been here awhile! I squat/stood up, ready to lean over and unlock the doors. Like I'm actually gonna stay here for god knows how much longer.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat.

A dark figure sat calmly in the drivers seat.

When the hell had they gotten in here?!? And HOW?!? I couldn't get out of the car without getting to the drivers door.

I had no clue what to do. I opened my mouth but no sound came out but a squeak. I just sat and stared. It was the same man from outside the car!

We sat like that for five more minutes before I noticed that something was going on inside the police department. I didn't really check, whatever was going on in there wouldn't really kill me, would it? Nope, but the guy in the front seat might!

I sat perfectly still, staring at the seat in front of me. He just...sat there. Was he waiting for something??! Did he even know I was in here?!?

All these thoughts swirled around in my head, while we sat in absolute silence for another five minutes. Loud yelling erupted to my left, but I didn't turn my head.

"I've got to go now," I jumped at the sound of the dark, calm voice coming from the drivers seat, "But we'll see each other again. Real soon."

With that, he flicked his cigarette at me and climbed out of the car. I flinched violently. Not five seconds later, Poppop and a ton of cops stormed the car.

The next five minutes are a blur.

A lot of crying, a lot of consoling, a ton of running. And then I was sitting next to Mary Mullen's desk, sobbing my heart out. Another five minutes later and I was calm. The questioning began.

"Did you see him?"

"What'd be look like?"

"Did he say anything?"

"Are you alright?"

"Stop berating her, Perry!"

"Did he have a weapon?"

The only thing I was able to say was that he had a white hoodie, black pants, and was smoking. A cop went out to go search for the cigarette, something about DNA.

When he came back, Grandpa stared at it before unrolling it.

"What are you doing?!?" Cried Perry before leaning over to snatch it away. Poppop pulled it just out of reach before reading it. "'To police, congrats, you're not as dumb as you look. You're a few seconds short though, try to be faster next time.' To my Tiffany, Go to sleep, your Jeff'"

"W-what?!" I stutter.

"Nothing sweetie. Let's get you home."