Demons of My past

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: More Notes

I sat there frozen with fear. Unable to move from my seat. What could the note possibly mean? Should I say something? Tell someone? Or would that be the wrong thing to do? Was the person watching me at this moment calculating my steps? I Shivered my thoughts going hay-wire and becoming tangled in my head. How could Annabel's death and my note be connected?

I trembled with fear. Annabel ...we had been close, once upon a time. But high school life drifted us apart. A sob broke from me, she was dead, gone from this world. I'll never see her again, tears began to fall from my eyes. Slowly at first but they increased rapidly. A strong hand pulled me to a warm chest. I clung to Yahya my tears soaking through his shirt.

"Shh," Yahya soothed me gently.

He lead me out of the classroom gently guiding me. As I followed I couldn't help overhearing the things people were saying.

"Was it rape?"

"Was it her angry ex?"

"What did she do?"

I clung to Yahya some more, I wanted to scream at them. Tell them to shut up, their words were unneeded. Yahya tightened his grip on me. We walked outside and Yahya lead me to a car I recognized was Yunus's. He gently got me in the back seat and he sat in the front knowing that I wanted to cry but not in front of Yunus.

"Whats going on?" asked Yunus.

"A student was killed, a girl named Annabel, School was let out early" Yahya clarified

"Killed! were you guys told anything at all" inquired Yunus looking shocked at Yahya.

"No, nothing for the moment. And I don't think we'll know anything unless they say something in the news," Yahya said running a hand through his hair

They went quite. Yunus looked like he was lost in thought. I sat in the back not making a sound. I wanted to say something about the note. But they looked so freaked out I didn't know if I should. What if it was a joke, and it was just a bad coincidence? I needed to think logically, it would be bad if I spoke without knowing anything for sure. The chances of the two things being connected were high, but the chance they weren't was still there as well. I wouldn't know they were connected unless I got another note indicating they were. It be best if I waited to see if I get a new note. If I don't, it won't matter. But, if I do that's when I'll say something about the notes.

I looked up from my thoughts to find both Yunus and Yahya looking at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"We have been talking to you for five minutes," said Yahya looking worried.

"Are you ok?" asked Yunus.

Though his face stayed neutral, his voice sounded concerned. Yunus asking me about my welfare was very shocking, to say the least. I smiled at them both trying to ease the tension

"Ya, I'm good. I was just deep in thought" I said reassuringly answering both of their silent questions

I quickly got out of the car when I noticed we were at Yunus's family home. I walked up the brick walkway to the front door. In no time at all aunt, Ruqaiya opened the door engulfing me in a hug.

"I heard about what happened at the school, you poor things come in and rest," she said leading us into the kitchen. I loved the house it had a grand, yet elegant feeling to it. But at the same time, it looked homely and inviting.