Witch Hunt

1.

The middle-aged bus driver was on his last shift of the night. The early hours of the morning had been getting to him lately, and he yawned once more. The thought of his warm bed next to his wife made him even more eager to get home.
     The light rain was drumming against the glass windows of the bus, and it was kind of soothing. He didn't dislike the rain. In fact, he thought it was calming.
     He had turned off most of the lights in the bus so he would be able to see outside better, and he was glad no one else was on the bus as he wasn't allowed to turn off the brightest lights if there was even a single passenger on.
     He blinked tiredly and looked out on the road again. Just as he was in the midst of some other thought, he spotted something further down the road, just outside the reach of the street light. He couldn't see it too clearly, but it was certainly a person. The panic rose up inside him as he stepped all of his weight onto the breaks and hoped to God that he wouldn't hit the person. The bus jerked violently as the wheels screeched on the asphalt underneath them. The man's eyes were wide open and in the span of a few seconds the bus thankfully stopped. The person on the road hadn't moved an inch. The man sat quietly for a moment as his breathing slowed down, he then shook his head and stood up from his seat.
     "Are you insane!? You trying to die or something?" He yelled, raising his hands in the air to emphasize his words as he stomped towards the person. It was a girl, he now saw. Her hood was up but she was soaking wet, her hair that was hanging out of the hood was far from dry and her eyes were bloodshot. The moisture on her face could be as well rain as tears. The light of the city was reflecting in her big eyes, and the dark circles under them just seemed to bring out just how big they actually were. The bus driver felt his anger fade at the sight of her. She was shivering in her thin hoodie, and he was almost scared her frail body would break in half. If she had actually tried to commit suicide he had to change his approach.
     "Come on. Do you need a ride somewhere? I can take you to the police station." He put a hand on her shoulder.  She looked him in the eye, yet she seemed to be somewhere else.  Like she wasn't even seeing him, and her thoughts had taken her to a whole other place.
     "No..." her voice was barely audible. "Not the police station." Frowning, he started leading her back to the bus.
      Even after a few minutes in the warm bus the girl was still shaking. He offered her to take his jacket, instead of her soaking hoodie, but she just shook her head slightly.
      "What were you actually doing out there?" The man asked her. She looked back at him from her seat. He noticed that her pupils were enormous, they took up most of her grey-blue irises.
      "Finding an exit." She whispered, and then looked out the window to her right again. The bus driver scratched his chin. He was planning on taking her to the police station anyway, as he was sure a person that had just tried to commit suicide had to come in contact with the police somehow.
     He slowed down for a red light and glanced over at the girl, just to see her eyes opening in terror at something outside of his window. Before he even had the time to look at what she had seen, a loud gunshot filled the cold morning air. The bullet broke the glass and connected with the bus driver's head. His head was jerked in the direction the bullet was going and his body flew onto the floor on the bus. The girl screamed at the top of her lungs, but he couldn't hear it. A pool of blood was forming around his head and the lights in the bus were flickering, but he registered none of it. He had been dead before even hitting the floor.