I walked to my house, backpack over my shoulder. I was walking quickly- I don't live in the best part of town, and since volleyball practice went late, I NEEDED to get home. I was so focused on getting home that I didn't notice it when I bumped into a guy. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Sorry," I said. The guy looked about my age, 16, but there was something off about him. He had very light blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. I could tell he was well built, and strong, and he had perfect posture. "No, it's my fault," the guy smiled shyly and held out his hand. "I'm Brian." "Samantha," I replied curtly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get home." I brushed past him. "Wait," Brian grabbed my arm. "Do you go to East River High?" "Yeah," I shivered and pulled coat closer around me. "Why?" "That's my high school." He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Maybe I'll see you there." Then he walked away, not looking back, leaving me slightly confused. Something about his eyes...
The next day, I started to get ready for school. I took a shower, put on my favorite sweater, jeans, and converse, and put my long red hair in a low bun. I put on some lip gloss, and a little mascara, then ran downstairs to where my mom was cooking breakfast. "You're going to be late," my mom chided. I sighed and grabbed a granola bar. "Alright, I'll eat on the way to school." I picked up my backpack and started the walk there. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> All throughout the day, I searched the school, looking for Brian. I even asked a couple of people where Brian was, but they said they didn't even know a Brian. I left school after volleyball practice again and saw Brian at the same place I met him yesterday. "Hi," I said. "I didn't see you at school today." He looked up. "I'm in a bunch of the advanced classes." "Oh," I said quietly. Brian kicked a stone off of the sidewalk. "Hey did you hear of the party Saturday?" I smiled. "Yeah, at Jessica's. Are you going?" "Maybe." Brian frowned. "I'm not very, ah, welcomed, at parties." I crossed my arms. "Well, knowing Jessica, she won't mind one bit." Brian walked past me abruptly. "See you!" I kept staring after him. Why did he keep doing that?
I got ready for the party. I put on my white t shirt, Jean skirt, and kept my converse on. I curled my bangs under and straightened my hair. Then I touched up my makeup and after saying quick goodbye to my mother, left. As I suspected, Brian soon was at my side. "Hey can we talk about something?" I smiled. "Sure. What is it?" Brian sighed. "Well, I'm not sure how to put this, but I, well, I really-" he cut himself off and kissed me. It was totally unexpected, and worrisome. His lips were crushing mine, I couldn't breathe, I'm suffocating, his lips are so cold! I pushed him away. "Oh," I said quietly. "Sorry," a hint of color rushed to brian's pale cheeks. "I didn't mean to-" No, it's fine," I smiled hesitantly. "You coming to the party?" Brian grinned. "Yeah, I just remembered there's something I have to do first." "Okay," I waved him off and kept walking to the party. It was a normal high school party with the normal games. It was kind of boring, actually. I also couldn't find Brian anywhere. I left early, but it was dark out. When I got to my house, the door was ajar. I cautiously stepped inside and saw a trail of red drops. I followed the trail to the kitchen and around the table where I found- "OH MY GOSH!" I reached for her, then thought better of it. I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. "Hello my name is Samantha and I think there's been a murder. I live at 2334 Pierstock Road please hurry! Oh my gosh, there's so much blood everywhere I just got home and the door was open and she's-" I sobbed. "Calm down," the person said. "Officers are on the way." I sank down to the floor and cried. My mom was dead.
I sat on the porch steps. Several hours had passes from when I found my mothers body, and my dad had gotten home from work late. "The report from the M.E. came in," I overheard one CSI talking to another. "C.O.D. was a knife to the heart, but what he said was the knife had a, ah, curved blade on it." The other CSI frowned. "Isn't that like the case in Kansas last year? A man killed a woman, her husband, sixteen year old daughter, and a baby with a curved blade that he made himself." The first nodded gravely. "That's what has the commissioner so worried. That guy got life, no chance of parole." The CSIs continued talking, but I didn't care to hear what they said. My dad came and sat next to me on the porch steps. "Sammie, we're going to be staying in a hotel for a couple days until they clear the crime scene- I mean, our house." He said gently. "Okay, dad." I sighed. "Should I go to my room and pack a bag?" My dad nodded then was called over to the police chief. I went inside and grabbed a suitcase from the closet. I got up to my room and put several changes of clothes, my iPod and it's charger, and several books into the suitcase. I got back downstairs and my dad drove us to a hotel on the other side of town. "We need to get away from all that," he said. We checked in and got to our room. I took a shower, put on pajamas, then flopped onto one of the beds and fitfully fell to sleep.