Chapter4

#Chapter4

Lost in my head, I could barely notice the days going by, I had missed another couple of days off school, finding it difficult to go in there knowing that there is a gang of guys waiting to just chew on my blood. I needed to stay as far away from them as I could. Hina was informing me and keeping me updated on everything that was happening in school. She had been approached once by the same guys, they were asking about me and why I hadn’t been to school. She had told them that she didn’t know and they’d left her alone, I wondered if they suspected that I had told her about what I had saw them do. I wondered if they were targeting her too now.

I felt guilty, awfully guilty and I wished that I could just move back to England. I wished that my parents wouldn’t have sent me here for me to be stuck now in a dangerous situation. I was truly afraid for my life and the only people I should be relying on were never there, my adopted parents were barely ever here, they didn’t care about what was going on in my life and as much as I wanted to confide in them, I knew that it would be pointless.

A knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts before I looked up at the time, it was around 11pm and my parents never knocked on the door so who would be here at this time of night?

Looking out the window carefully, I saw at least two cars parked in front of my house, though it was completely silent, the lights of the cars were off and there was nobody in sight, I couldn’t even see who was knocking on the door. An awfully suffocating moment went by in silence as I stood by the window looking out for any sign of trouble. My heart beating thorns against my chest, I could feel it prickling through my flesh with each breath I took, afraid that if I breathed too loud, I’d be caught, I took a step back from the window, watching the street from a distance and eventually I saw a hooded guy stepping away from my house and walking towards one of the cars that was parked out front so I moved back to the window to take a closer look at who it was and just before he got into the car, he looked up at my window, his gaze holding mine captive as I noticed exactly who he was, one of the guys from the gang and the moment his eyes met mine, he flashed me a smirk before he ran his finger across his neck gesturing that I was dead.

A panic attack reaching the surface of my sanity, I bent over, grabbing my knees as I tried to catch my breath while I panted for more before I tumbled towards my bed, grabbing the bedpost for support, I gasped out for air as the room spun around me, I was sure death was approaching and in more ways than one. How was I suppose to dodge a gang of cold blooded killers?

Eventually death left me alone and I was sat on my bed until morning, looking at my phone, I had received multiple threatening texts from numbers that I didn’t recognise, of course, they belonged to those guys. Which ones specifically? I’m not so sure.

I hadn’t slept all night, in fact, I hadn’t slept at all for the past few days and I’m sure the dark bags under my eyes would be enough evidence to show my lack of sleep. I was afraid that if I closed my eyes I’d wake up to being murdered.

‘We know where you live. We know your family.’

That was one of the many texts I had received.

’Sleep with one eye open tonight little girl.’

Another text message from a different number.

‘Fate has brought us together… through, murder.’

Feeling nauseous, I tossed my phone across the room. I had to go to the police. These were incriminating texts that would prove I was being harassed for the murder I had witnessed and as I watched the guys face on the news, the one who had been murdered, hearing about the amount of times he had been stabbed, the amount of injuries he had, it made me feel even more guilty to not be coming forward and letting them know who had done this to him.

The police had no leads and they didn’t seem to be looking too closely into it and if I didn’t do something, these guys may never pay for what they had done and they might kill me too. And now, my friends and family were on the line, I had to do something, I had to speak up.

I waited until morning came before I mustered up the willpower to get up and get myself to the police station, I was determined to do this, to turn the guys in for what they had done and for what they were doing to me now but as I just walked through the doors of the police station, a guy walked out of the door and smacked into me and when I looked back, he was looking at me smiling. I recognised his face and realised he was one of the gang members but he wasn’t going to deter me from what I wanted to do and so, holding my chin up high, I took a deep breath and walked towards the reception, informing the receptionist that I wanted to speak to a police officer, I looked up towards another police officer who walked into the office, standing there watching me, he shook his head before motioning with his head to look behind me and when I turned around, the entire gang of murders were stood behind me. And that’s when I knew,

I couldn’t even trust the police.