The voice snapped me back into reality. We have to move on, we can't stay here. I nodded in agreement. Why is he telling me things I already know? We walked along in silence. The breeze blew softly through the darkness. Tension running high, wondering what would happen next. I remembered the boy, how afraid he had looked. He's dead he's dead. I looked over by the tree line and saw something. I stopped and tried to grasp the thought of what it was. It couldn't be. It looked like the boy. It wasn't, it couldn't be. He's dead he's dead. The man beside me stopped and looked where I was looking. He saw nothing. He pulled me gently, willing me to move. As we walked, so did the boy . . .
Down the road we walk hoping to get the bastards that killed Garrett. The boy walked slowly, but surely beside us. We walked to our own beat, following a road that led nowhere. The pain and anger was rising inside both of us. The coldness of the night chilled me to the bone. The clouds passed over the moon, leaving us in darkness. Another burst of cold air surged past us. I knew bad things were coming our way. I turned around sharply to face the boy, but came face to face with myself. A gasp escaped my lips. The man beside me grabbed my arm when the lights fell upon us . . .
We stared into the lights and then jumped into the woods. The car screeched to a halt and men got out. I pulled at the man beside me, already starting to run. We ran with then men at our heels. I looked to my side and saw the boy running beside me. I gasped and started to run faster. The boy told me to jump; I did, while the man beside me tripped on a log. He quickly got up and ran once again. I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the men. I turned back and noticed the fence then sharply turned around once we hit it. There was nowhere to go. The boy had disappeared. The men surrounded us and I noticed the boy behind them. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and when I opened them, the men laid on the ground with blood pooling around them. The man beside me looked very pale. He looked at me and I noticed the boy behind him. The boy smiled, waved a knife and raised it as to plunge it into the man. My cry filled the air, and the boy was gone. I was left once again to wallow in my deepest thoughts.
As we walked out of the forest together, I tried to think of what could have happened. Maybe he shot them all. No, I would have heard the shots. Maybe he stabbed them. No, he would have been full of blood. Maybe . . . I did it. When we got to the road we turned different ways both walking briskly. I turned to look in a window of a nearby house and saw my refection. I saw the boy behind me with the knife. He waved it at me and disappeared once again. I looked all around me and saw that the man had stopped. I looked closer and noticed the boy in front of him. I started to run, calling his name, "Jesse, Jesse!" He was backing up slowly, away from the boy. He blinked a couple times more as I was at his side. "I shot you," he said, "I saw you die. I know that you’re dead." The boy smiled an evil grin and waved the knife once more, then disappeared. He looked at me with questioning eyes, knowing that she knew. He asked me to tell him what I knew. I sat down on a fallen tree and sighed deeply, then proceeded to tell him. I knew Garrett was going to die. That was why we had to get there quickly. I still didn't know the details, but they get clearer every night. I just wanted this to all go away. He looked down at me in disgust. He then had to turn away from me. I looked down at my hands, tears rolling down my cheeks, and noticed blood. I wondered what was happening to me? Who was going to die now? He turned to face me. He sharply asked me what I saw. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and breathlessly told him I was going to kill someone. He turned around once more and fell to his knees, leaving me to my disturbed thoughts once more . . .
