Copyright© 2020 by Olga Chinka
Safe at home in my room, I pace my bedroom floor trying to collect my thoughts. I saw Mrs. Wheeler get hurt. She dropped to the floor. Was she dead? I don’t know. What I do know is that I could have died today. At the mall, someone had dropped a bricked aimed for my head. Was it intentional or an accident? I can’t say for certain. I can’t afford to jump to conclusions I tell myself as I try to calm my nerves.
Suddenly something catches my eye out the window. What is that? Something is attached to the branch near my window! How did I not see this before? A piece of paper is dangling from a branch. It was definitely not there in the morning!
I pull my window open and try to balance as I reach for the note. I barely am able to grab it. With the note in my hand, I close my window and plop down on my chair curious to see what it says.
“I saw you” Is scribbled on the paper. I can feel the color drain from my face as I stare at the note. Was this from the attacker?
What I saw was Mrs. Wheeler get hurt. Obviously the attacker had seen me and knew where I lived! He was right next to my window and had access to my room!
I jump up and rush to lock the window even though I know there is no point to it now. He was already here.
“Rachel, you’re late!” I hear my mom yell out from downstairs.
I leave my room, racking my brain trying to figure out what exactly I was late for. Jane is standing at the doorway.
“Why are you not ready to go?” She’s fully dressed and looks angry. “Dang it Rachel, I hate having to wait for you!”
“Did you forget about recital practice honey?” my mom asks as she comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.
“What practice? We had practice yesterday!” I am confused and frustrated. Who has time for recital practice at a time like this?
“Don’t be ridiculous Rachel! The play is tomorrow. Of course you have practice! Get your coat, you don’t want to be late!”
I slide my shoes on and throw my coat over my shoulders. I rush to join Jane in the car and hop into the backseat.
As soon as we leave the neighborhood, I hear Jane’s voice.
“Rachel you were acting really weird at the mall today. Like more than your regular weird. Is everything okay with Taylor?
I debate telling her what happened. I need to tell someone, anyone. But I can’t trust my sister. For the same reason I can’t trust my parents to help me. Jane is a jerkface and tried to convince my mom I was on drugs. No way was I ever telling her anything again!
“Everything is peachy.”
“Whatever you say sis. I’m just trying to help.”
“Well don’t. I don’t want you getting any more ideas for what lie you can tell mom about me next.”
I stare out the window and Jane keeps driving. She doesn’t try to make any other conversation.