SOMEONE LOOKING
606 Words
As I read the message, chills ran through my entire body. Fear, numbness—everything hit me at once. My hands trembled as I stared at the screen.
The message read:
You were the last person I saw with him, dear.
And don’t worry—you will see many more people dead.
In the end, it will be you who dies.
I immediately locked my room—shutting the door and windows tightly—and sat on my bed, trying to process everything. My mind was racing, replaying the words again and again. Fear wrapped around me until I couldn’t breathe properly.
Eventually, sleep crept over me.
The Next Morning
I woke up suddenly when my alarm rang, breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic rushed through me until I realized I was still in my room. I sighed, trying to calm myself.
I got up, freshened up, and got ready for school.
About thirty minutes later, I arrived at school. It felt strange—almost wrong—that the school was still open after such a big tragedy. As I walked inside, everything felt unnaturally silent. Students and teachers moved like machines, their faces dull and tired. Everyone looked sad… scared, even.
When I entered my classroom, grief filled the air.
And then I saw him.
Gabriel Adalhard was sitting there, as if waiting for someone. Dressed completely in leather, he looked intimidating, his presence heavy and unreadable.
Gabriel turned toward me and spoke suddenly.
“I was waiting for you, Kiya.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“I want to talk to you alone after school.”
Before I could respond, he slipped a small note into my hand. It was his number. Then he walked away, leaving me completely stunned.
After school ended, just as I was about to leave, my teacher, Mr. Jake Shone, stopped me.
“Uh… Kiya,” he said, “you didn’t submit your homework today.”
I bit my lip guiltily. “I’m really sorry, sir. I forgot.”
“It’s okay,” he said gently. “Come with me. I’ll give you the topic again.”
I nodded and followed him to his office. The room felt dull and rusty, filled with old books and dusty files. He handed me a paper.
“Here,” he said. “This will help you understand your homework and schoolwork better.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
He gave me a small smile and left. I stepped out after him.
Gabriel was standing there, waiting for me.
I walked up to him. “Hi.”
He nodded.
“Come on. Get on,” he said, pointing to his bike.
“Why? Where are we going?” I asked nervously.
“My house.”
“What? Why?” I whispered.
He looked at me intensely. “Get on.”
It wasn’t a request—it felt like a command.
I gulped and climbed onto the bike behind him. As the bike jerked forward, I instinctively held onto his waist. My breath hitched. I felt him tense for a moment, then relax as he drove.
After fifteen minutes, we arrived at his house.
I followed him inside. He led me into a room.
It was Sam’s room.
The sadness hit me instantly—the memories, the silence, the emptiness. A tear slipped down my cheek.
Gabriel handed me a tissue.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He sat down on a chair. I sat near the window. The silence between us felt heavy.
Then he spoke quietly,
“Did you get the message too?”
I froze.
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