Frustration and guilt burbled in his blood. Greg's mind started to panic again, he knew he was responsible for the death of a person this time. Despite not being torn up and gutted like the neighbour's dog, he had never seen this person before. He knew exactly how to define her, just the glance of the back of her head is all it took for him to put a name to the person. But her face, the proportions were not as perfect as Greg had expected. Her lifeless, petrified eyes, green like Kimberly's too. Her matted, silky hair was black, like Kimberly's. Sweat trickled down Greg's face as he scanned the corpse. He fumbled to the ground, kneeling beside the body once more.īewilderment overwhelmed Greg, he stared in disbelief but after a few seconds of comprehension, a twitch of relief waved over him. His legs couldn't contain the weight of confusion anymore. One eye managed to flicker open, he jumped back. He took a moment to conjure up the bravery to open his eyes again. He closed his eyes, unprepared of what he was about to see. He fought with the idea that it really was his long-lasting crush, but nevertheless. he swiftly hurled the sheet away from the body. He held his tears back as he finally made a decision. Like the dog that nipped at his ankle at the pizzeria. ![]() He repeated the same questions in his head, the same motion with his hand that he didn't realise the dark, wet liquid was seeping through the bottom, reaching out to his feet. Unconsciously, his hand wavered over the sheet, contemplating whether or not he should look. He couldn't stop staring at the outlined figure that lay on the bathroom tiles. "I'm fine." Greg responded with a noticeable tremble in his voice. Without thinking, he pulled himself up with the door frame and climbed over the body and shut the door and locked it. Once again, his mum must have heard the sudden thud of his body hit the floor as he stared in shock at the covered up figure of the love of his life he could hear her call up the stairs. He dropped his phone and covered his hands over his mouth to prevent bursting with hysterical tears. He couldn't help himself he picked it up and looked at it. The phone on Greg's bathroom counter vibrated. Who was under the sheet? What was under the sheet? Greg couldn't get himself to move so he could find out. As he stared, the once beige sheet was turning a deep, dark red, and it glistened wet in the room's muted light. There was something wrapped in a sheet, laying across the doorway. ![]() Then he threw open the bathroom door.īarely containing a scream, Greg stumbled away from the door and fell to the tiled floor, his mind struggling to accept what he was looking at. Greg pulled on a yellow T-shirt and a pair of gray flannel sleep pants. Maybe there really was nothing to worry about. Maybe Fetch was retrieving him a snack or information he hadn't even realized he'd requested. Heck, maybe he'd been wrong about the whole thing. Maybe he could take a nap before heading to Kimberly's to be sure she was okay. But when Greg got out of the shower, he was wiped out. The policeman had stuck it in his SUV when he took Greg in, and he'd given it back when he and his parents left the station. His bike was still on the back of his dad's pickup. He had to get the energy to go to Kimberly's house again. He thought the hot shower might bring him back to life.
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