She stares at me, pale with ocean blue eyes. I wasn't looking back at her, well at least not directly. I could see her glaring with her cold eyes penetrating the side of my face through my peripheral vision. I tap my pencil on my cheek, tilting my head, slightly. I was supposed to be listening to the teacher. I was supposed to be learning.
I'm a million miles away in my thoughts and the teacher's voice drowns out in the background. He continues on with the lesson and she continues to stare at me. I could sense the iciness of her glare, the fuel, the anger. I know what she did. She knows what I did. However, nothing that she did could EVER compare to what I did.
I meant well, she didn't. His blood was on her hands. His blood wasn't on mine. Though, I watched. I didn't say anything. I watched her do an awful thing and I didn't do anything about it. People argue that that is worse. But they won't know, they won't ever need to know...
Why should they have to? People don't like consequences. That's why I haven't told anyone yet, though I know deep down I should. She thinks I've told someone, she thinks that I've ratted her out even though my mouth has been sealed shut. I think I'm next. I think she wants to get me next.
She's been eyeing me the whole day, her cold glare making me shiver. I can feel her anger and resent. She saw me there. She saw me watch her do a terrible thing. My gaze swivels to an empty chair next to mine. It is Alexander's chair. At least it used to be.
He is gone now. It's all her fault.
It's all her fault.
Or is it mine?
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Serendipitous murders
Mystery / Thriller"She knows that I saw her do an awful thing. If I tell anyone, I'm next." ------------------- After two students in Waverly High go 'missing,' Kris Bailey's interest is peaked and wants to figure out what happened to the two. One day, while Kris is...
