Silver Heart

Hanging on the silver heart hook was a deep red hoodie stained with blood all over it. In the pocket was a little blue book. Where she wrote about what she saw the night before in her friend’s neighborhood. She was somewhere she should not have been and saw much too much. The blood isn’t hers She was too close when he cut the friend’s throat. She watched him drain her blood into a glass and drink it. WHAT THE HELL!!! “How did he not see me” are my first words I wrote in my blue book. I don’t understand, all of a sudden they were standing in front of me, as if it wasn’t there. and he sliced her throat and she let him. Not a scream, not a fight, she let him cut her throat and drink her. If the blood wasn’t on my hoodie, I would think I dreamed it.

How could this happen?

Athena