CHAPTER-7Screaming at the top of my voice, I jumped off the couch, feeling sure I was going to be murdered just like Mitchell. It was a Friday just like the day, she was murdered. All these thoughts ran through my mind in the three seconds that took me to turn around and see whose hand was on my shoulder. I came face to face with Noah, who was staring at me with his eyes wide and his hand still in the mid-air. I breathed a sigh of relief in the knowledge it was not my day to die and I could still live.
"Never do that," I said taking deep breaths. That should be the scariest moment of my life after looking at Mitchell's lifeless body in a pool of blood. I collapsed on the couch like a deflated balloon. Noah came out of the shock my reaction gave him and walked into the kitchen. He returned
