I walk with Ty into the woods. "Hey Ty where we going? It better be good it's six in the morning." I ask. He turns to face me, his hazel eyes shining and a mischievous grin on his face, "we are going to a secret place I found." He grabs me by my arm, we start running until we hit a clearing. It's beautiful the trees above us are thin and lets the dusty sun stream through, the ground is covered in short grass and flowers. Ty's face is golden in the sunlight his floppy black hair hangs down into his eyes. "Ty I-" he interrupts my announcement "let's play hide and seek!" He has an impish look on his face. "Fine, but after I need to talk to you." I insist. He nods "I'll count." I run over to the nearest tree and climb up, very carefully. I hide in the branches of the forest, I smile as Ty mimes looking high and low for me.
Suddenly a branch snaps to my left. Birds fly into the air. Ty stops looking and faces the direction the snap came from. A figure steps out of the shadows. A sliver knife glinting in his hand. Ty takes a few steps back and starts to run. He spies me and the look he shoots me tells me to stay hidden. I start a video recording on my phone. Ty takes a few more steps. His face turns to that of shock. He falls down to his knees, a kitchen knife buried into his back. His face falls onto the soft grass, staining the flowers. The killer stands over Ty's body. He pulls the knife out of Ty's back before walking away. I capture it all on my phone. Including the fatal face.
I climb down from the tree a little less carefully and run to Ty. He is still conscious. "Ty stay calm I'm going to call for help." I stroke his hair as I say it. He coughs up blood and puts his hand on my phone. "Don't." He whispers, it's barely audible. "It won't work. Look no signal." I stare at my bloody phone, no bars. I stroke his hair. He smiles at me. The shadows lurk at edges of the clearing. My tears fall down onto his face "Ty there is something I need to tell you. I..." But my words fall on deaf ears, his eyes are glazed over. He's dead. I sit there and cry over him, it seems like hours. It probably is. I lay him down on the red snow drops, kiss his forehead and walk away.
I stumble back to town, my white shirt has a scarlet stain, my jeans are stiff with red, my shoes caked in mud. I take the back paths to avoid the gaze of people. I enter the house via the back door. I enter the house and walk through the kitchen, the hallway and up the stairs to my bedroom. I close the door behind me and slide down it, my brown hair making a halo around my head. I cry, even when the tears run out again I just sit there staring ahead. Staring out at the bleak world. Tears are drying on my face, I wipe them away and drag myself off of the floor. I strip my clothes off and shove them in a bag under my bed, grab a towel and jump in the shower. The water runs red. I punch the tiles a few crack with the force. I get out the shower and pull on some pyjamas. Purple shorts with a white top. I lie down on my bed and curl up into the foetal position. My wet hair surrounding me in tangles.
