When I heard the knock at
the door I assumed it was the police. Someone had to have heard me.
I opened the door, still
in shock, unable to even think of an excuse, a lie… nothing. I was blank.
I had just killed my best
friend. My best friend had been trying to kill me.
My best friend had been
the reason a young man had died, and that several other students… children…
were now about to face the same fate.
I opened the door, and
saw a man standing there. A man with a hawkish face, and frosted tips was on my
doorstep.
Howie Moore smiled at me,
and then a black, cloth bag suddenly went over my head.
I didn’t fight.
I had no fight left in
me.
Let them have me.
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