Chapter 3: It was a whole month after Becca died and they were still searching for the killer. I studied the note carefully alone in my room. No one knew I had it, I showed no one. My dad bursted into my bedroom, "Megan! You okay?" He yelled once in his police uniform. I looked at him and nodded. After my best friend died, Ashely was in the hospital, and I was in the middle of the crime scene that night. He got a little worried every time he left me alone. I stared up and down at him, "Your working tonight?" He brushed some dirt of his uniform from last night. He captured and took a killer to jail. It wasn't midnight eyes/'Nate'. He nodded, coldly. I always got scared, mad, and angry every time he went to work. Not because it reminded me of him, Becca or Ashely, because he got stressful, over protective, and if you lived in New York with us, dangerous and he would always come badly injured. Sometimes, he would get shot. My dad said, "If those two men come back and hurt you...." His voice trailed. He started cracking his fingers which gave me shivers. I watched him leave and drive out the driveway. Little did I know he would find out who killed Becca, Nate. Sorry, it was short been busy. I'll try to write more next time
I felt so bad I wrote more Chapter 3(continued): After twenty minutes of sitting in my bedroom, staring at the wall. I kept thinking of words. Words to say, words with meaning and understating. Words that made sense. I finally took out my ocean blue phone and stared texting Nate furiously. I texted everything in the book, but nothing seemed right. 'Hey, Nate', 'hello, killer', 'you killed my best friend!' Nothing seemed good at the moment. I stared at the words I texted into the phone. I erased it all and put 'hey.' I sat my phone down on my bed. "Lucy!" I yell at my door, "you up?" I waited for a response, then looked at my clock. It was only 7:30, she should still be up. The door opened slowly, followed by Lucy. Little seven-year-old, brown headed girl. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Is daddy working?" She asked sadly, in her high pitched voice. I nodded and she walked closer to me. She opened her eyes widely. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. "I had a nightmare..." She said about to start crying again. I pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear calmly. "Shhh, it's okay. Big sister is her, Megan's here. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you." She pulled away slowly and sat next to me. "Your so brave," she finally said. I started at her, I thought she was joking. "How?" I asked. She waited, didn't look at me, just the ground. "You.... you were right there when your best friend was shot," she said so slow. My eyes widened surprisingly. That's right, I was there. That didn't mean I was brave. If I was I would have stopped the two guys, I would have told the police about Nate, I would have texted him. Wait a minute, I had the killers number! I needed to get rid of it! I pulled Lucy into another hug. "I'm not brave, I am as scared as you are. I had nightmares too when I was your age. I even have nightmares still," I confessed. I did have nightmares, it was all true. I was as nervous, scared, and helpless as she was. She laid down on my bed and I laid next to her. "Do you think dad ever gets scared?" She asked. That was a good question, that even I couldn't answer. "I don't know, Lucy." I looked up at my roof. If only I could ask him. He would probably say 'getting scared doesn't help pay bills.' I looked back at Lucy, who looked back at me. "I don't know," I repeated. She nodded and leaned back up on my bed. Bang. "Oh, sorry," Lucy said. I looked at her, what fell off the bed?" I asked. It sounded like- "your phone." She said and looked at it. "Looks like you forgot to send something," she continued. I looked at her, "What?" I asked. Oh, yeah. Nate. "It's okay, I got it," she said with a smile. And did the worst thing imaginable. She pressed send...
Chapter 4: I grabbed the phone quickly out of Lucy's hands. "Woah!" She said surprised backing away. "Sorry," I said putting the phone back into my pocket. She stared laughing, did she know? "What?" I asked seriously. She continued to laugh, "Is it some huge crush you have?" I nodded, but didn't say anything. She might have noticed I was lying. She got up and hugged me. "You always make me happy, Megan. I wish I could do the same," she said into my ear. I pulled away. "You do, Lucy. In you little ways, when you don't even know. Your the reason I stayed her instead of going to Paris," she flashed me a big smile. "Really?" She asked excitedly. "Really! Your the best sister I could ever have," I said truthfully. She got up and left the room and said 'goodnight' once she left. I pulled out my phone and looked at the text Lucy sent. "Hey," it said. I let out a long sigh. I just texted my best friends killer. LUCY just texted my best friends killer. I didn't do it. It's not MY fault! I threw my phone on the ground, unable to look at it once more. I got into my blanket and snuggled up into it. I closed my eyes and tried to remember that night. I was always trying to push it out if my head and forget it. But I could never forget the day she died. I sadly remembered every detail. The gun. The dumpster I was hiding behind. The smell. The emotion. The guys. My best friend. My enemy (Ashely). The note. The number. The necklace. The kiss.... It was like it all happened yesterday. Except it didn't, it happened a month ago. I couldn't think about it any longer, not for another second. I tried to push it out of my head, but it was to late. It was stuck in my head, for at least for ever. I snuggled tightly into my blanket. Get out of my head! Killer, killer! Lucy is texted the killer! He could track me and come and kill me! Kill Lucy, kill Ashely! Finish what he started, once and for all. Then, I heard a vibrate. It was my phone. No, I told myself. My body didn't listen, it just got up. Don't do it! But I still walked closer. It was like I wasn't even texting a killer. Then, I picked it up. Two texts, one from dad. 'Hey, I'll be home late again. Tell Lucy I love her,' he wrote. Then, I looked at the other one. It was from Nate. It said 'Hey." Little did I know, that one word was gonna bring me closer to a killer.