Mark was gone. I thought about what he said. The man who killed him is coming here. To my own home. The man who killed my best friend. I don't understand why he did it. He said he did it for me. It makes no sense. Nothing does anymore.
I got up and walked outside my house to meet the guy. I didn't want him to hurt my family. Just me. I sit on my porch and watch and listen and wait. I don't think I'm ready to die, in fact, I know I'm not. I've never even felt real pain. The worst thing that's ever happened to me is a broken arm when I was in fifth grade.
A car pulls up in my driveway and I realize it's to late. Nope. I'm dead.
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The Dark Room
Mystery / ThrillerHave you ever wondered what it would be like to live in fear that when someone dies because of you, they would haunt you? Or a monster has been waiting under your bed for you to fall asleep? Selina has. After a boy in her class dies because of a stu...
