Scared – Chapter 3

"…Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone"

"I walk alone
I walk alone"

"I walk alone
I walk a..."

"My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone…"

I was singing to myself again but this time I wasn't listening to my mp3 player. "Like I said you have a great voice, you don't have to hide it," said Gil. I blushed slightly. He wasn't going to let it go was he? "What was that one?"

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day."

"Hmm… So what kind of music do you like?"

"I like all kinds. Mostly country but I listen to everything because country isn't that popular so I listen to everything so it's more fun at school events."

"I see." It went quiet again. I can't stand quiet and this was really starting to bug me. I just wanted to get out of this dark room and go home.

"Gil…"

"Yeah," he said turning to face me.

"You don't happen to know what time it is do you."

He hit a button on his watch and it lit up. It was 10:00 pm. "I should be going to bed now. I always go to bed at 10:00 even though I never fall asleep until one or two in the morning. I miss my bed. I just want to lie down," I thought to myself. Gil seemed tired too but this was when he was supposed to be awake. I didn't really understand that but who cared.

"Don't you have school tomorrow?" asked Gil.

"Yeah I do. But from the looks of what's going on right now I don't think I will be going. Also my homework will be late and I don't even know where my backpack is to do the homework I should've done hours ago," I sighed disappointed. I hated doing my homework but with the way I had just spent the past 5 hours I had rather been doing my homework.

"What's your favorite subject in school?"

I could tell he was just trying to make small talk to pass the time and I didn't mind but he was a complete stranger why would I want to tell him so much. But who knows he could be the last person I see alive, so I answered his question. "Art. I want to become a Graphic Artist when I grow up."

"I was never that good at art."

"I like science class too. That would be my favorite out of the core subjects. You know like English, Math, and Social Studies. I've never been good at Math. I love writing but hate reading. I am interested in some history but I always end up bored out of my mind during Social Studies class. Science is hands on a lot of the time and I like that stuff. What made you want to become a criminalist?"

"I like science, mostly bugs. I guess I wanted to become a criminalist to let the victims get justice. Help out in the world and try to make a difference. I used to do autopsies on dead birds that I found in my backyard when I was younger. My mother hated it." He chuckled at his memory and I giggled along.

"So you like bugs. That's entomology isn't it?"

"Yeah it is. You know anything about it."

"Not much but next semester I'm taking an entomology class. I can't wait."

"I bet you'll have fun."

"I hope." The conversation died down and the room went silent again. All of a sudden we heard a loud noise come from above us. It was like a door slamming. I quickly started my mp3 player and started to record. Gil looked at me confused, but didn't say anything. I whispered into the microphone of the mp3 player that we had just heard a loud noise like a door slam. Then as I finished talking we heard another louder noise. I got scared and jumped a little. Biting my lower lip I pulled my legs up to my chest and just sat there holding my mp3 player close to me. We heard yelling.

I felt an arm come around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay," Gil whispered in my ear. I shook my head to show him I understood.

TBC...