So I got some lovely reviews yesterday! I'm reading glad you guys are liking it! Heres Chapter two!

Penny For Your Thoughts?

Chapter Two:

"Two Deaths Too Many"

It was a dreary Monday afternoon, and Miss Watkins was in the middle of explaining the delights of Geometry, when it happened.

"Georgia Harding-Montgomery?" She spoke, reading a note that was passed to her by a scared looking freshman.

I cringed at the use of my full name, it sounded like some private school twit's name.

"Er- yeah?"

"Sheriff Stilinski would like to speak with you outside."

The Sherriff?

Wait- Stilinski?

Holy-

"Miss Montgomery?" She urged.

"Oh- yeah." I said, sliding out of my seat and trying my best to ignore the silent muttering my fellow peers.

Once I had reached the hallway- I saw a defeated looking man, in his late forties, hands on hips- speaking with Danielle.

Who was… crying.

Danielle. Resident tough girl who would slap you sideways if you stepped out of line was…crying.

I was barely over the fact that one of my closest friends was crying- when the man, who I'm assuming was the Sherriff beckoned me over with one long finger.

To my embarrassment, I tried to focus on the fact the police wanted to speak to me- and not the fact that Sheriff's fingers bore a striking resemblance to Stile's.

"Miss Montgomery?" He said in a low voice.

I gazed over at Danielle, who still had her head in her hands. "OK, what the hell's going on?"

He took a deep breath, as if to steady himself- and placed an unsteady hand on my shoulder.

"Your friend, Heather- she was found this morning."

I frowned, confused. "I didn't even know she was missing?" I almost laughed. "What was she doing? Shacking up with some dude I bet."

I smiled and looked over to Danielle, who had moved her hands from her face- eyes red-raw and faces stained with tears.

"She's dead, George." She said deadpan, as if testing out the foreign words on her tongue.

My head whipped back to the Sherriff, and searched his eyes for any sign of a joke- or a hint of a joke.

Instead, all I found was pity. "I'm so very sorry." He muttered.

What?

She wasn't dead- I had seen her not two nights ago!

My eyes began to fill to the brim, but I violently wiped them away. "Dead? How?" I asked, determined.

He sighed. "We found her tied to a tree." He peered at me, unsure if he should continue. I continued to stare. "Her- throat slit, a thin piece of wire used as a garrotte around her neck-"

Danielle burst into a fit of new tears, forcing the Sherriff to stop.

"I know this isn't really the time, and girls, I really wish I didn't have to do this- but I need to ask you both a few questions, as you and my son appear to be the only ones who saw her last-"

He continued talking, but all I could see was his lips moving, all I could feel was the nausea settling into my body.

Heather was dead.

After what felt like a blur of a day, the Sheriff finally let us out of the questioning room.

"Now if you girls need any help or support, Ms Morrell will be on hand at any time of the day." He said softly.

I gave him a weak smile, feeling bad for him and what his job entailed.

"Thank you, Sheriff." I whispered, and began to walk around the corner.

'The poor girl.'

The Sherriff's voice echoed through my mind, and I turned around instantly, only to see the Sherriff had returned back to his office.

I stood there. Dumbfounded.

"I'm going crazy." I blinked twice, and turned around- my body slamming into something soft, but surprisingly sturdy.

"Oft!- George?" he breathed, after having the wind knocked out of him.

"Stiles?" I returned.

I hadn't seen him since our last encounter in the closet, which was about three days ago.

"Yeah." He said, sighing. "I guess you're here about Heather, right?"

I looked at his face. I could see the left over stains from where the tears had been, his big brown eyes, downcast.

I nodded silently.

"I can't believe it." I whispered.

He shook his head.

I looked down the vast hallway, as if willing Heather to appear.

"Do you need a ride home?" He suddenly asked, out of the blue.

"Oh- er, no thanks- my Dad should be giving me one." I tried my best to smile, but it faltered at the last second.

"OK." He nodded before pointing in the direction of his Dad's office. "I gotta-"

"Yeah, no- it's- go ahead." I said, moving to walk away.

He paused at the door handle. "I'm glad you're okay." He said, much louder than he had been speaking previously.

"You too." I returned.

He clasped the handle and walked inside, shutting the door softly behind him.

I huffed slightly, and opened the door which led to the front steps of the Police station.

Perching on a step, I pulled out my phone.

"Hi, Dad." I spoke.

"Oh, Hi Sweetie." He said distractedly.

"Can you come and pick me up?" I said, expressionless.

"Er- right now?" I heard giggling in the background, and some 'Shh's'.

"No, in five years." I exclaimed, "Yes, now!"

"I-I can't hear you sweetie!" His voice was strained now, and I instantly knew what was going on.

"Okay, well once that whores done sucking you like a lollipop- maybe you'll remember you've got a daughter who's sitting outside a police station alone, hating your guts."

I slammed my finger down on the 'End Call' button and instantly regretted not taking Stiles offer.

I should have known. When have I ever been able to rely on my Dad before?

I thought about calling my Mother, but I knew how that would go. I wasn't in the mood for one of her 'chats' tonight.

So, I bit the dust- and started to walk home.

I knew it wasn't a particularly long journey, so I wasn't all that bothered about getting kidnapped or murdered.

Well, that was until- I heard it.

'No- no, please!'

The boy's voice was almost bloodcurdling, and yet there was not a person in sight.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

'Please, no! No! No! No!' The voice was shrieking now, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"I don't want to die!" I gripped my hands to my head, as if it would somehow magically extinguish the boys cries.

But it didn't.

The screaming and crying continued- until I had no choice but to follow it.

Something was happening inside my head, and my body- as if I could feel the pure terror rolling off this poor soul.

'Stop! Please! I'm not the one you want!' It continued on.

Before I realised it I was running, street lamps melding together- my breath coming out in short spurts.

It was when I was pretty sure I was close, that I heard another voice.

But it wasn't in my head, it was difficult to explain- It was as if I was hearing the voice through the unknown boys head.

"Ah, see that's where you wrong." It said- distorted and eerie.

The boy whimpered.

"You're exactly what I want!" It cried, and a spine-tingling scream echoed throughout my head.

I got down onto my hands and knees, the scream still lingering behind my eyes.

And then, as quickly as it started- it stopped.

I covered my eyes, and uncovered them- testing to see whether it was a trick. Whether the sound would melt my brain again.

But it didn't.

It was then that I realised where I was.

I was outside the County swimming pool.

Arms crossed tight against my chest, I peered around the corner and saw the light reflecting on the pool.

"Hello?" I said, weak.

I don't know what I was expecting. Someone to say, 'Hello!' back?

As predicted, there was no response.

My boots thudded against the concrete as I walked closer to the pool, gazing at myself in the water.

God, I really needed to brush my hair.

The sound of dripping turning my attention away from my reflection.

You know those moments, where you wish you hadn't done something, but did anyway?

Yeah, this was one of those moments.

There, sitting in the lifeguard chair- as dead as a doorknob, was a boy.

I screamed and ran to the farthest wall, backing myself up against it- but never taking my eyes off the boy.

Blood was dripping down his arm, and off his fingers- onto the floor. That was all I could see. And that was all I was going to see. There was no way I was getting any closer than that.

Pulling out my phone and dialling the first nine, I was stopped short when I heard a car pull up.

A door being shut was following by a clicking of heels as a girl with a long, expensive coat entered into my line of vision.

She didn't seem to notice anything at first, her eyes glued to her phone screen.

But slowly, and surely- she looked up, and God, did I have to cover my ears.

Didn't even know humans could make that sound.

I was then reminded of the deceased boy's cries. I shuddered at the thought.

I watched as she pulled out her phone and started hysterically talking, I assumed it was the police, and so I put my phone into my pocket and walked slowly towards her.

Her features became clearer the closer I got- and I realised then, that I knew this girl.

"Lydia Martin?" I said, uneasily.

She sprang around and gasped, hand clutching her chest.

"Stay away from me!" She screamed.

"What are you talking about?" I said- hands bunched up in my hoodie.

"I know you did this! And you're going away for this!"

"Wha-!"

A big engine churned and ground to a halt near us, and I turned to look at the source of the noise.

'Oh god- Please be okay, please be okay.' A voice chanted in my head.

A familiar voice.

I saw his long legs through the light of his Jeep as he yelled, "Lydia! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah." She all but shrieked, "But he isn't! Because of her!" She said, pointing a manicured finger at me.

"I-" He then turned to me.

"George?!" He cried.

I reluctantly looked up to the poor boy again, and then back at Lydia.

"You think I did this?!" I exclaimed.

"Well why else would you be here? Taking a midnight stroll?" She spat back.

"Lydia!" Stiles scolded.

"Oh yeah? And what exactly are you doing here princess?"

She stopped at that.

"I-I-" Gazing to look at Stiles for a moment. "I don't remember."

"George?" Stiles observed me, evidently wanting some answers.

"I do." I confessed. "I was walking home. And I heard him. I heard him screaming."

"You did?" He uttered.

"Yes." I replied, unsure whether I should continue. "In my head."

Both their heads snapped to look at me.

"What did you say?" Stiles urged.

"I heard him crying, in my head." I repeated again.

"Oh, now you're just making this up." Lydia shifted her feet so her heels clicked against the concrete.

"Lydia! Just-" Stiles put out a finger as if to stop her before she rolled her eyes.

"I-I can't explain it right now." I said.

'Yes, because you're a lying bitch.' The voice wavered in my head- decidedly from Lydia.

"Call me a bitch, again." I bristled, eyes narrowing.

Her eyes widened- for she knew she hadn't said a word. Out loud.

"Yeah." I declared.

I looked back to Stiles, who was studying me with the most odd expression on his face. Somewhere between terror and excitement.

"I hate to break up this little love fest, but- oh yeah! There's still a dead body in the life guards chair."

Lydia's voice broke his trance, and he turned towards the boy, edging closer to get a good look.

He looked as if he had seen something, and turned back around to face me and Lydia.

"The police are on their way." Lydia breathed.

"You called the police before you called me?"

"I'm supposed to call you before the police?"

"YES!" Stiles exclaimed loudly.

She rolled her eyes again and turned to face the pool.

Stiles stared at her with a look of despair, and longing.

I remembered back in preschool, she hadn't even giving him a glance when he spoke to her- now he was the first person she'd call when she found a dead body? I wondered what had changed, but I knew for sure- by just the look he was giving her that his feelings hadn't.

And he looked like he had it bad.

When the police finally arrived, Stiles had jogged up to his Father and started flinging his arms in every direction, talking as if he was some crazed loon.

Lydia seemed to mellow a little, once the dead boy had been carted out of sight.

She still seemed to prickle when I was near though.

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes and gave back the shock blanket to the medical attendant.

Two deaths in one day was two deaths too many.

I climbed out of the ambulance, and proceeded to walk up to one of the female officers.

"Can I go now?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

She checked her watch, and glimpsed down at me. "I know you've had a long day- so we'll have to have to speak with you tomorrow, for now- go home, rest." She beckoned for me to go.

As I turned to leave, an hand grabbed my bicep. "Nooo way. I'm giving you a ride. We need to talk." His brown eyes bore into mine.

I nodded silently, practically aching to get away from this madness.

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