Our Rebels /Wattys2016/

27. Notes at Night

I couldn't sleep for two reasons. One reason was that my brain was basically jumping in and out of my skull as it was bombarded with questions.

Why was Blake actually here?

Is he really the new kid?

Why would he lie?

What has he done?

Question after question clouded my thoughts and the little sheep that I used to count at night were scared away. What had he done? The cop seemed familiar with him and honestly it can't be that bad, right? I let out a frustrated scream...in my head.

"Pull it together." I mumbled. Usually I would have that one voice in my head to help me sleep. Ranting, I sort of miss it. I shut my eyes tightly in an attempt to go to sleep, only to have them snap back open. 

Oh, and the second reason?

I was being watched.

At least that was how I felt. Chills ran up my spine and I kept adverting my eyes from the window.

"Nobody is watching you Scar." I sighed loudly.

But the sluggish and alert feeling wouldn't creep out of my system. I heard a creaking outside a while back and it only added to my anxious state. The blanket wrapped around me like a secured shield and my fingers wrapped around my pilliw tightly. Finally I looked up, My eyes darted to my window and my ears perked up as I listened.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"SCREECH!"

A rustling of leaves.

Then silence.

My window...IT OPENED.

I darted out of bed faster then you could say chinchilla.

"Who's there?!?"

I waved my pillow in front of me.

What?

It was the only thing I had!

I cautiously walked forward.

The old me would have darted her ass out of there.

The old me would have been smarter.

To bad I'm curious.

The boards creaked under my feet as I continued to take steady steps forward.

"H-hello?"

As I pasted my desk I grabbed a pair of scissors. Baby scissors, but hey, if scared enough I could kill someone with a cupcake.

Don't ask how.

I stepped forward once more and looked at and out my window.

A note?

Cold air attacked me as I held a shaky hand out and grabbed the note. I curled a fist around the milky white piece of paper and harshly slammed the window shut.

Someone was here.

I flushed the room in a yellow glow as I switched on the lights. Carefully, I placed the scissors and my pillow next to me and opened the folded note.

A picture.

A bloody steel butcher knife.

The knife that killed Luke.

4 words scrawled in black ink that made me hold back a scream.

"I'm back Little Sis."

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WE ARE BACK

And back in time for a creepy chapter while halloween nears!

Things are going to get exciting, trust me in this.

Now my beautiful soldiers,
Salute and comment below what you're dressing up for on Halloween?

Till next time,

EVIE OUT