Tell me everything.

Demon leant against the barrier before sliding down so she was sitting on the freezing cold ice she waited for Dave to copy her movement before she began talking her voice barely above a whisper,

"Last year I found a white box in my locker. A white box with red ribbon and a bow. There was a red rose head inside the box. We thought it was a prank. Me and my then boyfriend, Dan, we thought it was a prank,"

"I don't understand," Dave whispered attempting to make his voice as soft as hers. She looked up at him for a moment before staring off into the past,

"The next week there was another box. And another and another week after week. It started really freaking me out that's when I started going all weird. People didn't want to be around me anymore and I don't blame them I was so freaked out. It wasn't until I found one sitting in my room that I told my parents,"

"Wait wasn't there a white box in your room-"

"The day I was screaming at an open window? Yeah. Cops couldn't do anything. He wasn't threatening me just calling me petal. Which I find really offensive by the way. So the parentals thought that if I left LA the stalker, for lack of a better word, would move on to his next victim,"

"I'm guessing her didn't,"

"Clearly not brain box,"

"Right,"

"I feel like I'm being watched all the time," she took in deep breath, "I don't scare easily. At least not visibly but this guy he truly frightens me,"

Dave took one of her hands in his, "No one is going to hurt you Demon,"

"Jamie," she corrected,

"What?"

"Demon's not afraid of anything. Jamie is the scared little girl beneath the mask,"

"Well, I think I'd like a chance to hang out with Jamie,"

"No you don't Jamie is chicken shit,"

He nudged her shoulder, "So am I,"

"Well that's comforting,"

"You know what I mean,"

"Yeah, yeah. You want to get back to skating now?" she moved to get up but he pulled her back down,

"No not yet this conversation isn't over,"

"What else is there to talk about?"

"You need to go to the Lima cops,"

"Dave, they will not do anything,"

"You don't know that Demon. This isn't LA with a police force over run with murder and gun crime. They could help,"

She huffed, "Drive me there?"

They spent hours in the police station going over every last detail, Dave had been right about one thing the police force was definitely less over run then the LA cops. They had instructed her to bring the next box she got instead of throwing them in the bin. They had also wanted to know if she remembered anyone that had ever been in her life that had called her petal but there was no one. They instructed her to avoid being alone. Like she didn't know that already. She came out of the station with Dave at her side not feeling any better or safer. He was still out there. Watching her.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" he asked disturbing her thoughts,

"Well, I don't know. You didn't have plans?"

"With who? You're pretty much my only friend,"

"Right so what do you normally do?"

He shrugged, "Play Call of Duty,"

"Okay, lets do that,"

"You play?"

She raised her eyebrows, "No I have no idea what it is. I'm a girl. But I'm sure I can learn,"

"Cool."

It wasn't until Wednesday afternoon that Demon found a now familiar white box in her locker. She looked at it in annoyance before reaching out to find the note read something different something that chilled her to the bone,

To Petal, I know what you did.

She slammed her locker shut backing away from it until her back hit another row of lockers. She leaned her head back against the one of the lockers and attempted to get her breathing under control before looking around the halls, she realized they were empty. She was completely alone. She took off down the hall running straight into the boys locker room only to find it was also empty,

"Looking for something kid?"

Demon jumped and spun around to be faced with Coach Beiste. She pressed her hand against her chest,

"Sorry Coach you scared the hell out of me,"

"Right, well you're in the wrong changing rooms-"

"Oh, Demon. My names Demon,"

"Really the guys talk about you I assumed you were a guy,"

"Yeah I get that a lot,"

"So is there something I can help you with?"

"I was looking for, never mind, he's probably on the field,"

"The boys will be in in a few minutes you can wait in my office,"

"Thanks Coach,"

"So who were you looking for?"

"Oh Karofsky." She smiled at the teacher and headed into the office to wait for Dave.

A/N Okay so this is really short. Sorry and it took ages to write. Sorry and I don't really remember if Beiste had an office but for the purpose of this story she dose. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks.