It was a cold, winter day. I was taking a test a school, when it started pouring rain. There was thunder, booming in the distance, lightning, striking right outside. The kid in front of me placed a post it note on my desk. It had my name on it. I opened it under my desk.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Will you go on a date with me tonight.” It was from the guy that kept texting me, Andrew. I looked up and smiled, catching him staring at me. I felt bad for him. He didn’t have many friends. Everyone made fun of him. I tried my best to be nice to him, but sometimes I just wish I hadn’t. I went back to my test.
“Abby. Wait up,” Andrew said as I walked out the door after class.
“Hey. What’s up?”
“So that date…”
“Um, ya sure.” I paused. “I’d love to. When?” I knew I couldn’t say no.
“Tonight. Meet me at the park behind the creek at 8,” Andrew said as he walked away. The park I thought. Is he crazy? It’s pouring rain. And that park scares me. I hear stories about what happens when people walk the park trail into the forest. At least I’ll be with Andrew. He’ll keep me safe.
As the day went on, I thought more and more about the park. I didn’t want to go.
“Hey Andrew. Anyway we could grab a bite to eat instead of going to the park.”
“I’ll bring food, don’t worry.”
“I would rather just go to a restaurant.”
“No. I want to take you to the park. I have everything planned out. Everything.” I looked down at my phone. Everything. What did that mean? I had to convince myself that everything would be okay. It would be though. Andrew was sweet. He wouldn’t let anything happen.
It was finally 7:45. I left for the park. I saw Andrew sitting on the swing. He looked different.
“Hey Abby. Ready to go?”
“You didn’t think I was going to make you eat in the rain, did you? I know a spot down past the trail.” I looked at Andrew. That scared feeling came back. I didn’t want to go, but it was too late. He was already walking.
We walked for what seemed like miles, when we finally arrived at a little shack. It was old, rusted. It looked like the roof could collapse at any minute. We went inside. There were candles lit. Blankets on the ground. Lights hanging from the ceiling. I was pleasantly surprised.
“Andrew, did you do all this? For me?”
“Of course. An amazing girl like you. I had to impress you on the first date.”
“This is amazing.” I suddenly wasn’t scared. I felt safe with Andrew.
We talked for hours. He wasn’t like everyone said. He was different. Talking to him was like a breath of fresh air. I looked down at my phone. It was 11:30 p.m.
“Oh my gosh. It’s so late. I have to get home soon.”
“Don’t worry. You’re parents don’t have to worry about you getting home late.”
“What do you mean? My curfew is 11:00.”
“Not tonight it isn’t.”
“What are you talking about?” I started to gather my stuff but as I picked up one of the blankets, I saw a knife underneath. My face turned white. What was going on? I continued to clean, trying to act normal. Suddenly the lights shut off, and the candles blew out.
“Andrew! Turn the lights on. I can’t see.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared anymore. It’ll be over soon.” He moved the blanket, exposing the knife.
“What are you doing?” I ran to the door, but it was locked. “Andrew. Let me out.”
“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?”
“Get away with what? I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You lied to me!!” What was he talking about. “I heard you telling your friends you didn’t actually like me. You just felt bad for me. I don’t need pity friends.” His face turned red in anger.
“That’s not true. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I told you not to lie to me.” He was screaming now. Pacing back and forth. “I told you everything. And it was all a joke to you.” He lunged himself at me, knife in hand. I screamed and ducked. He missed. Neither of us could see each other. I kept hitting the door, when I saw light come through the tiny crack in the door. Someone was there.
“Help! Help!” I screamed. They banged on the door, it wouldn’t budge. It was too late anyways. Andrew came up from behind, as I felt the knife come around and go into my stomach. It was over. I sat there, in pain, as I slowly became faint, until I felt nothing at all.