Chapter One – The Death of Marcella Kingsly.

M a r c e l l a

K i n g s l y

It was a dark and cold night. I found myself running. Running faster than ever before. Where was I? I didn’t know. I couldn’t tell. I don’t believe I’m still in Panic. Panic was the name of the town I lived in. Panic was my home, but today I was running away from home. Running so far away. So, so, so far away. But why was I running? I was running because there was someone after me. It was Alec Chase. He was a boy at my school who was a psycho. He has been expelled too many times from a majority of schools. Why? Because he had brought knives, guns, drugs, and many more. He was chasing after me because he was trying to kill me. Alec wanted to kill me because I turned him down when he asked me to the dance. I didn’t want to go with a psychopath. I was to smart for that.

And he was furious. He didn’t take no for an answer.

I slowly stopped running. I was at a crossroads. I could pick Hillside Drive, which led to White Mountain. At White Mountain, I could hide in a variety of places, gas stations, Gus’s Tire Store, etc.

Or I could pick Barber’s Road, which led to the police station. If I went there, Alec could get arrested and be in jail for a year or two, but when he got out, I’d be in even more trouble. Man, it was a hard choice.

“There you are, Marcella! I’ve been looking for you…” Said an icy cold voice. I slowly turned and my heart had started to beat faster. It was Alec. I dropped to my knees, but wouldn’t look away. I took a deep breath and tried to quickly think of a way to escape. Alec was good at tracking, so I couldn’t jump in the bushes of the forest and run. He was also good at fooling adults into thinking he’s a nice kid, so I couldn’t hide in someone’s house. Alec smirked as he saw me  drop to my knees. “Good girl. I thought you’d be a hassle. Guess not.”

“Quit this nonsense, Alec. Just let me go, and I’ll do anything to repay you. Anything!” I begged. But Alec shook his head and said that there’s no forgiveness in what I did. He said that there’s no dusting off your shoulders and walking away like noting happened. Alec took a step closer and opened his knife. Tears brimmed in my eyes. I couldn’t hold this fear in any longer. “Help!” I yelled. Surely someone would hear and call the cops. “Help me! I’m about to be murdered by a psycho! Please–someone HELP!” I screamed as loud as I could possibly scream. A light turned on from the house to my right. A husband and wife stepped out and gasped at what they saw. “Oh, God, thank you!” I said, looking up at the sky. The couple were too shocked to move. “Call the cops!” I yelled. The man ran inside and dialed 911.

But the cops were too late. By the time the man came back out to say that they were coming, Alec had ran forward and plunged the knife into Marcella several times. And when the cops arrived, Alec had gotten away.

Marcella was dead.