Don't ask me how I knew something was wrong.
I just knew. There was something in the mood of the area. Something cold, something wrong.
So I followed my instinct. I crept slowly down the hallway, my Nike Shox brushing quietly against the floor. My heart was in my throat and I had no idea what I would find.
What I found is something that will haunt me forever.
My hands rested against the cold metal of the auditorium door. My breathing was coming in short gasps. I rested my ear against the door. Inside, I heard faint speaking...and something else. Crying. My heart froze, and for a short second, I thought it had stopped.
I squeezed the handle of the door and opened it as quietly as I could. I slid into the room, gripping the sleeves of my white stagehand shirt. On stage, I saw something I never should have seen.
Murder.
I gave a quiet gasp and backed up against the wall of the auditorium, my eyes glued to the stage.
Enter stage left.
The floodlights were still on, casting a yellow and purple glare across the stage. School pride colors. Tarnished forever by something forbidden.
I didn't know the murderer. I knew the victim. Hot streams began to pour down my face and I pressed a shaking hand against my lips. The murderer was poised over the victim, a gun in his hands. My eyes drifted to her face. The victim.
Beautiful, even in death.
Upon the murderer's face was an unreadable expression.
I couldn't make out his motive.
His eyes shot to me. Piercingly cold. I let out a small breath, and pulled my headset from my head, dropping it on floor. He continued to stare at me blankly and I stared back, my eyes unbelieving of what they were seeing.
"You didn't see anything."
I didn't see anything...