Suddenly, a man approaches me. He talks in a deep, tired voice. He tells me, “Sorry about your friend, but he was an easy target. See ya soon, kid.” He walks off. Did the murderer just approach me? What does he mean by see you soon? Am I going to die? If only Jesse was here to help. He’d know just how to calm me down. He’d hug me gently, whispering about how it’d all be okay. If I see the murderer again, I’ll stop him. For Jesse.

    When I got home, my other dad told me my  dad was out on patrol. He usually is at work from 3 pm to 4 am. I tell my other dad what happened, and he responds, “You have to tell your dad. I’m happy you told me this, Lucas. Just, don’t go outside alone from now on. Please.” I tell him I will then I head up to my room. I start researching the victims of this murderer. The victims seem to have similar personalities. They’re all nice and have good lives. By why the nicest people? They don’t deserve that. Those poor families must feel mortified when they hear the news that their child is dead. Hopefully that won’t happen to my family.