Lara's POV
I remember sprinting, running around in circles, trying to find my way out. He stood there smirking at me while I tried to escape. I knew he was right, I had no way out. I was stuck. In an everlasting loop that never seemed to stop. "You know you can't escape," he chuckled. "You can't leave here; I have to finish what I started." His eyes twinkled as he took the knife out of his pocket. This was the moment of truth. My whole family was dead. He killed them. I had nothing left to live for. But Zeke needed me; he was all I had left. I needed to survive. The shadowy figure was in fighting stance swishing his knife back and forth. What could I do to distract him? I needed to get the knife off of him until the police came. I looked around the room, trying to find something to hit him with.
The place looked horrific. Blood was splattered over the floor from the people he had killed. Wooden boxes were lying on the floor, who knows what could be in there? I could hit him with the boxes, but it wouldn't distract him that long. I might as well try, who knows if I will live through this? "Take this!" I shouted. Picking up the box nearest to me and chucking it at him with all my might. He dodged this easily, what a fail. "You silly girl. Did you think you could trick me? You should have thought better." All I remember after that is a sharp pain and blackness. I was nothing more.
I woke up gasping for air, another nightmare. Great. Ever since I almost got killed by that psychopath I've been having nightmares. The dream I just had? That was real. All I remember after that was waking up in the hospital and hearing that the man had been caught and sent to jail. I controlled my breathing and calmed down. I should have been used to it; I had these nightmares for nearly a year now. I put my face in my hands, sighed and got out of bed to go to school.
Zeke's POV
I walked up the steps of Clearwater High. Schoolbag in one hand, book in another, I stood in front of the school. I waited for Lara to get here. I was always early so I could go to the library and study. You see I wanted to work for the police. After Lara's incident with the Clearwater murderer, I wanted to fight crime. For her.
I waved as Lara walked up the steps. She looked nice; she was wearing a black top and jeans with a green jacket. "Hey Lara!" I shouted and I ran over to her and gave her a hug. She needed it. It was officially a year after the murders everyone was happy about it. But not Lara or me. Our best friend Alana died with a stab wound to the chest. We found her but it was too late.
Lara's POV
One year ago…
I was afraid. After everything that has happened in this town, why wasn't Alana scared? Wasn't she at least the slightest bit scared? I don't know how she did it, she's scared of nothing on the outside, but on the inside she was as frightened as me. I walked quickly out of the shop I had just been in, Low Price. I pushed my bag more onto my shoulder and carried on walking. I was texting Alana but she wasn't answering me. This scared me the most.