The Boy

I tried to hold back the annoyance I was keeping this whole time. I shook my head and stood up trying to find the officer wanting to know more about what the fuck did they found out down in there.

Not wanting to hear more of my mother's nonsense. I left the room.

"Sir!... Sir!"

I called out, trying to catch up with the chief. The police chief turned and stared at me with wide eyes. He panicked and jogged towards me. When I finally reached him, he helped me to sit. I was still weak after all the sleeping.

"What are you doing kid? You scared the shit outta me!"

He protested, handing me a bottle of water. I immediately took it.

"I wanna know more! Why am I alive? How did they die?"

Mr. Harrison cut me off.

"Most important thing for you to know right now is, their parents think you killed their daughters."

After what he said. I froze. What? Me killing their daughters?! They think I killed them? Little did they know it was their daughters who tried to kill me and not the other way around. In fact, I was already dead when they died and what I think killed them is karma.

"I dont believe them though, a 17 year old girl killing her two friends. I dont think thats possible. And there is no evidence for them to suspect you so were planning on letting you go... for now."

"I just came here for further confirmations and to clarify some things from you."

The chief of police added.

"You don't need to worry anymore... Come on."

He said as he sat on the floor indicating for me to ride his back. I hesitated and spoke.

"I can pretty much walk by myself sir, but I'll appreciate it if you just walk me back."

I pretty much forgot where it was again. As we're walking back to my hospital room, he asked a question out of the blue that sent shivers down my spine.

"Are you sure it's the only 3 of you there?"

I stopped and faced him startled.

".... I... don't think there's anyone more that the 3 of us there."

"I see."

Was his reply. When we reach the room he apologized at my mother, he paused by the door frame.

"I'll let you know if we found anything new about this case. Take care."

He said plainly without getting to face us and then left.

* * *

Its been over a week before my parents actually let me go back to school and I eventually knew why they were worried for me to go back. Since gossips and fat mouths are everywhere all over town.

As I journey to school, I am taken aback by every posters I came across by: pierce, pasted and flying around on every electric posts and walls and surfaces.

I stopped and yanked one out of a post and stared at it.

"Linda Shawn."

I muttered, She was a pretty girl just about my age or even older by the way she dress herself.

I could say she is in love or she's just a fucking slut and deserves to disappear! I snarled bitterly.

I crumpled it and thew it behind my back. I couldn't care less, I started caring less about everyone else and only cared about myself after that incident. I am starting to lose interest on whatever they feel or about their opinion. I dont trust anyone anymore... Fuck everyone!

"Hey!"

I paused after hearing a boy who called behind me. I just paused and stood there in annoyance, I refuse to turn around.

"Did you just threw this!"

I heard his heavy footsteps getting closer to me as he stomps his way towards me, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

" Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I can guess he's mad because I threw his precious sister's or girlfriend's poster! I started breathing heavily, 'Should I surprise him with a sucker punch square in the face when I turn around?'.

He yanked my shoulder to make me face him as I hear his panting. I looked at his face and froze.

It wasn't exactly his face that made me froze but his hair. This guy was the same boy in my dream! The guy in the butchery! Usually I would forget a dream just right after I wake up but that dream or nightmare was up until now still as clear as day, embedded in my memory.

The skin on his face is unbelievably spotless as it even glows a little. His eyes are, I dunno, a mixture of green and blue and a little specs of gold. Dark Circles around his eyes that seemingly lacks sleep and swollen from crying. His white blonde hair that is almost as white as snow that even staring at it makes me feel like im in a deja vu with the nightmare I saw him on.

No mistaking it, it was him!

In his left hand was a pile of posters of what I believe is Linda Shawn's, on his left was the one I just crumpled and threw. I swallowed thickly as I just realized what I had done.

Ooops, me.

I chuckled by the thoughts that has been running through my head as he seem to notice my attitude, he fumed.

"You fucker should know how to fuck with your own business! "

He was pissed by what I just did with the poster?! He doesn't look like he's a family to her but looked more like a lover. I scowled.

Maybe I'm just being too bitter.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta get going, I'm running late for school."

I answered plainly and continued my trek. Should I tell him about the dream? By the way he's acting now, he's too far gone, guess I should just let him die, I laughed by the though.

"Did you just laugh?! Are you laughing at me?!"

He yelled more angrier this time. He must've heard me laugh. I paused once again and faced him as he came running to my face.

"You think I'm fucking crazy for looking for her?! Huh?!"

He yelled at me and pushing me repeatedly by the shoulder. I struggled to steady on my feet and not to fall onto the concrete.

"Even if I have to do this all my life I will!"

"The fuck's wrong with you?!"

I yelled as I lost balance and fell backwards. He grabbed my collar and sat on me, pinning me hard on the ground.

Just then I finally understood the severity of the situation.

He has fucking lost his mind.

"Laugh at her again and I'll beat you u-"

He was cut by the cop car stopping opposite us as a familiar voice spoke up.

"What's going on Jack? You gonna beat the shit outta my only lead on the case?"

He gently let go of my collar and slowly stood up without letting go of his stare on me... I immediately stood up and glared at him, brushing my back clean.

"... Dad, uhh-what do you mean?"