Riley
"'And the fifth girl who was murdered at Manhattan High School was found in the basement of an abandoned church,'" the news reporter said, "'though the police are still attempting to find the time of death of this girl, but two of the other girls they found passed about one to two years ago. Manhattan is still deciding whether or not they are going to shut down the school, but for now, tomorrow's the last day.'"
I stared at the TV in horror.
There were five girls now? Who would even think to kill this many people? And if it was a student, how would they do it so many times without getting caught? Wouldn't they falter at some point?
But all the sudden, the TV drained to black, and I looked around for a second to realize that the power was still on in the house, and I glanced up to find mom standing above me, a hand on her hip as she held the remote.
A slight annoyance passed over me at mom's horrible timing.
"Stop watching this stuff," she said a little sharply. "It's corrupting you."
And she walked off with the remote.
I sighed and decided to go straight to my bedroom, flipping on the lights and sat in my desk chair.
When I realized I couldn't draw or write, I stood and paced the room impatiently, rambling to myself with inaudible dialogue that was clearly gibberish.
I was trying to figure out what was going on... What was happening.
But I stopped, looking at the floor below my window.
And what sat there, was another black, shiny feather.
I stepped over to it, picking it up and ran my fingers down the edge, but then opened my window and gazed down onto the streets.
He was there again, Paris.
He still had the mask and the cloak, but I knew it was him.
He waved at me, mouth curving into a smile.
Did he honestly leave the feathers there knowing I'd find it and open the window?
It was his way of playing a boom box outside my window and stuff, wasn't it?
I rolled my eyes and walked off into my room, leaving the window open for him to enter, though I didn't really know why.
While I waited for him to hop up on the roof and climb through, I decided to do something useful and pulled out my notebook and worksheet, getting to work on my Algebra homework.
Paris came through the window seconds later, brushing off his pants that had grime from the roof on them.
He still had the mask and the cloak, and I would've studied him harder if I wasn't doing my homework right now.
Like I always said: business before pleasure.
In this case the pleasure was the urge for me to grab him right now and wait for him to slip his hand—
No, bad, Riley. Bad.
Think not sinful thoughts.
Paris walked over to me and leaned down to see my paper.
His familiar ocean scent washed over me, but I chose to ignore it.
"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"Studying."
"Ah," he said, sitting on the desk beside me, "can I watch?"
I gave him a concerned look. "Um, okay? It's pretty boring to watch, though."
He was silent, and I continued my homework, feeling his eyes burn me more as he watched me write.
Almost twenty minutes passed, feeling like seconds, and Paris finally broke the silence. "Your hand writing's really nice," he commented.
I cast him a look before going back to what I was doing. "Uh, thanks?"
We were silent for another moment, and Paris finally focused his attention on my room.
Why was he so curious? I honestly didn't understand.
He gazed around, eyes scanning my bare walls and bedsheets, and I glanced to see what he was looking at.
His expression seemed very cautious.
"What's this?" he said, lifting something pink in his hand.
It only took me a moment to realize what it was.
I shot up from my chair and launched over to him, about to grab the object in his hand when he raised it out of my reach, making me grunt in frustration.
"Give it!" I said, jumping for it but he was too tall.
"What is it, Riley?" he said.
I tried to grab it, but he pulled it out of my reach more.
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