“You have a knife … don’t you? You have the knife?â€? I asked Chuck uncertainly.

“No.â€? he lied.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Yes you do!â€? I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth.

“Would you shut up? You don’t want them to hear us, do you?â€? He asked silently, releasing my mouth.

“And you don’t want us to be found because you have a knife. The knife they are looking for, right? It’s the same one, right? Its … it’s the one … that killed Bo. Right?!â€?

“Shut up, Kelly. Damn.â€? He covered my mouth again as my tears rolled over his big hand…

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No, my story does not start out right here. No, it doesn’t start out with me and Chuck hiding in the school’s library from the cops that are searching for a killer. No, it doesn’t start out that Chuck is the killer but then again, not everything is what it seems. My name’s Kelly Riley. Welcome to my nightmare.