Followed by the Silhouette

Chapter# 18

I pushed against the door, the glass on it rattled.

It took Lydia long to chew on my words and now finally I'm out. It's late and I was drenched in sweat. My body is preparing itself for the ordeal I'm about to commit.

My ponytail had come undone but I made no effort to fix it. "It's late!", I murmured.

Under the glare of the street lights, I was gasping for air. My chest heaved up and down as I crossed the street, running as fast as I could to reach my house.

Over the front lawn, the grass of Mrs. Jefferson was freshly mowed, moist and sharp blades stuck to my sneakers as I ran.

Merissa's room was dark and dormant as a crypt. My searchlight streamed over her dusty window, illuminating her. Her face was in a peaceful repose as she slept on her left side facing me. For a moment, I thought she's staring at me but her eyes are shut.

"Time to confront your demons, baby".

I clicked my light off, silently put dropped it down on the other side and jumped in the window. Then I darted towards