I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! Look forward to more, because it's coming!
Chapter 2
The final bell for leaving school has just rung. I'm just about to walk out the gate when I see Jeff running towards me. "H-hey.. It's Friday so.. I was wondering.. If we could do something tomorrow?" He shakily told me. "What kind of something?" I ask. "Do you want to come over to my house?" He questioned. "Sure!" I tell him. We exchange phone numbers, and go our separate ways down the streets. I give him a wave goodbye, and he returns the wave, and runs off.
The door creaks as I open it to get inside. I live alone, so I don't talk to anyone while I'm at home. Going to Jeff's house will be a change, considering I never go to anyone else's house. I decide to go outside, and have a bit of fresh air. I slip off my shoes, messily leaving them on the jagged rug. The decaying, wooden door, clanked and rattled as I opened the handle to go outside. I step down onto the grass, and look out at the view. The sunset made the sky look like a hazy, dip died blanket of peach, with clouds split around like feathers, slowly gliding forward. The cool grass rejuvenates my feet from being crammed inside shoes all day. I can smell the aroma of the wisteria wafting through the air. I look out at the horizon, and see what seems to be an endless amount of houses and roads, which are all silenced out by the rustling of the trees and grass.
I heard a clank. I immediately dart for the door, frantically jerking at the handle. At last, the door shakily opens. I quietly shut it, and silently but swiftly move towards the kitchen. "Hello?" I hear someone say. "Hello?" Again. I make towards the kitchen, to find the front door open, saucepans on the ground and a knife thrown into the wall. "Who's there?" I yell. Silence. "Answer me. Who's there?" Again, no response. I see two eyes peeping from the side of the door. "Show yourself." I command.
"Laura.. I'm sorry.." Said the person. I saw a bloodied knife being held in his trembling hands. Jeff. Jeff was here. Tears running down his face, blood on his hoodie. "This is how I am. This is who I am, Laura." He admits. He jerks his head to one side, and back again in a split second. "Stop." I say as he takes a step on the mat. "Help me clean this crap up.." I say. He starts by dragging himself to the wall to get the knife which made a clean slit once removed. I picked up the pans, and put them back.
"I must leave.. I'm sorry Laura. I needed your attention." He stutters. "Don't forget about tomorrow. Here's my address" he hands me a slip of paper with a blotch of blood on it. Scrawled in blue pen, was his address. I shoved it in my pocket as he darted out the door and across the pathway. I went to shut the front door, and curiously stared at the address. I looked online to find some information about the area, since I hadn't been there before.
Demolished. 10 years ago, Pinewood Drive had been demolished. The remaining area was used for graveyards. 5 years later, people had abandoned the graveyards for an unknown reason. These words were wafting around my brain for the rest of the day. 10 years ago, Pinewood Drive, had been demolished.