A women named Sara who is a writer and writes about things she has seen recently. She bases her story on a murder she reads in a newspaper and she starts seeing some of the action herself. Instead of reporting the constant murderer to the police, she follows him and writes this story based on his actions. Suddenly, a disaster happens and the police are suddenly involved after all this time.
Sara is in trouble but the police are concerned about how she found out all the evidence, all is revealed...


2. Something That Shouldn't Have Been Seen

The next morning, I was sitting in my usual sofa in the coffee house sipping my usual cup of coffee. I had come up with a fantastic idea in the night. My career had a bit of a fall lately, I used to write simple children's books for an illustrator who wanted to create a series, that only lasted a year and I was working for a company as an editor but they shut down so now I'm a solo writer and as writing goes you have to come up with your own ideas to write a successful story. I wasn't having the best idea of coming up with an acceptable plot but last night I suddenly woke up and my brain was whizzing with ideas. As I had heard of that murder yesterday, I thought it would be a good place to start. I scribbled away on my notepad, jotting down every gory detail I could imagine. This was a great starting point. I then grabbed my laptop and started to tap away. I had lots of ideas, this was good, basing my story on an actual murder. Of course I wasn't going to use  the actual names of the victim and the street.

An hour had passed and I was glad to see that Jamie had not yet entered. I sat back on the sofa satisfied with what I had written and picked up the newspaper. The shop was not a crammed as it was yesterday, which was good so if Jamie came in again he didn't HAVE to come and sit opposite me and bother me. He was an unusual character, quiet and mysterious. But it didn't matter how quiet he was, he was still as annoying as the next person.

And just as I was about to get back into reading at the paper, in walked Jamie, looking as bright as a button. I quickly turned around and hid the other side of my paper but tried not to make it obvious.

"Oh, hey Sara." Jamie nudged me and I looked up at his smile.

"'s you." I said, hoping it was a clear enough message for him to leave!

"I'm sorry Sara, you don't have to be so rude!" He said, sitting down on the sofa next to me, once again.

"Well you weren't exactly polite yesterday, I mean you just stormed out without even saying good bye!" Of course I wasn't annoyed that he hadn't said goodbye, I was compleatly the opposite. I looked up from my newspaper and he was staring at me as if someone had pressed a pause button on his face. I waved my hand infront of his face and he finally blinked.

"You ignorant little-" He stopped himself before I did. "You don't know why I stormed out yesterday, you don't know anything about my personal life!"

"Oh sorry, I guess I must have offended you." Jamie took one last look at me and walked swiflty out of the cafe, it was like it was a de ja vu.

He must have thought I was being sarcastic, I don't blame him, I usually am sarcastic because people ask stupid questions. I slouched back into my chair feeling quite quilty. Atleast he might not forgive me and never see me again.


I opened the front door of my house just praying it wasn't Jamie who had found out where I lived and rang my door bell. I looked up to see my sister Katie. She was happy as always and bounced right in the house.

"Whats up Katie?" I asked her as she fell down onto my sofa.

"The sky Sara! And here's me thinking you were the clever one." I laughed at Katie, she always cheered me up on a lousy day.

"Haha very funny Katie, but seriously why did you come round, you hardly ever do."

I read her expression, she was going to tell me something very exciting, she could barely keep it in.

"Well...I'm engaged!" She said, bursting with excitement. I couldn't believe it, Katie was younger than me by four years and even though she was my baby sister, she still got engaged before me? I wasn't jealous, no way, her boyfriend, now fiance was an idiot. We didn't like each other one little bit. But I was still happy for her.

"So, what do you think? Good news or what?"

"Oh yeah ofcourse Katie! I am so happy for you, its just-"

Katie sighed, she knew what I was going to say.

"Well, it's just an excuse for you and Eric to get along now. Come to our engagment party this Saturday, it will be fun! It's at a place called Veronica House, it's really nice." Katie grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

"Yeah sure sis, I'll come and yes, I will talk to Eric." I returned the tumbs up to Katie. She waved good bye and went out the door.

About 2 minutes later there was another ring of the door bell. I thought it was Katie coming back to have another chat maybe to talk about me this time but I shouldn't have got my hopes up too high, it was Jamie.

"Hey Sara, look-"

"How the hell did you find out where I live!"I shouted at him, without even letting him finishing his sentence.

"I bumped into your sister when she was on her way out. We started chatting and turns out my cousin is-"

"Yeah well, I'm not interested! Do you know her from many of your pestering coffee visits, hmm?"

"Oh, well I get the message, I actually wanted to see you so I can apologise about this morning."

"Go on..." I said, I needed an apology. They both walked into the living room and Jamie relaxed back into the sofa.

"Your pushing it Sara. Anyway, sorry for shouting at you. I might as well tell you why I was shocked about that newspaper article. Jess Afle was my close friend, I knew her from university. She was my girlfriend all the way through university but then she left to go to live in Scotland for a better job so she ended our relationship. We still kept in touch though..."

Jamie seemed as if he was talking to the past, not noticing I was getting bored. I didn't say it out loud otherwise he would have stormed out again but I couldn't care less about his childhood sweethart or whether he still loved her. I quite frankly wasn't bothered.

I walked out of the room to get some coffee. What was Jamie playing at? Did he think it was nessesary for him to come into my home and talk about something that has nothing to do with me,he was some strange kid. Once the coffee was ready, I poured two cups and took the through to the livng room. As I walked into the room, Jamie wasn't in his unusual trance anymore, he was reading my notebook.

"What do you think you're doing?" I questioned him, spilling the coffee all over my pristine carpet. I slowly lowered the cups on to the table and carefully dabbing the brown patch on the floor.

"Sorry, I didn't know your notebook was so private. I didn't even get to read anything, you came thundering in too quick!" He said, sat up like a schoolboy being told off, wearing this stupid innocent look on his face. I sighed and sat down, not bothering to clear up the mess at the moment.

"Well, you shouldn't have gone looking through anyway." I told him.

"Yes, you are compleatly right." He agreed, not a trace of sarcasm in his voice. "I am just very curious about it, I have a feeling you never leave home without it."

I glared at him, "And what would give you that crazy idea?"

"Maybe that all the times I've seen you in the coffee shop, you always seem to have it." Jamie lay back on the sofa letting himself get comfy once again.

I blushed, realising that was true.

"So what exactly is hidden away in there?" Jamie asked me.

I sighed, not sure I wanted to give away my information to Jamie.

"Well...I have always wanted to be a writer, I used to dream about it when I was younger."

Jamie clapped his hands together, "Aha I knew it! So you keep all the updated stories on your laptop you quietly tap away at in the mornings." Jamie asked.


"Why is that notepad so private to you?" Jamie asked, tilting his head in a questioning way.

"It's a long story I don't really want to go into it-"

"Just let it spill Sara!" Jamie protested.

"My father has never been happy with me wanting to be a writer," I began, Jamie already listening. "He had always wanted me to be a professor in science. I did have the brains and I loved the subject it's just that it wasn't where my heart set. Anyway, I had always had this notepad and as you said, I never leave without it. My dad always thought I was jotting down science notes, one time he looked in my notepad to see all these stories and he was fuming. I had never seen him that angry! I was only 15 at the time but I couldn't help it that I loved using my imagination in writing rather than experiments. It didn't help that I lied about which university I'd applied for." I looked up from my coffee cup only to notice Jamie nodding patiently, I couldn't help but think he was the best listener I've ever spoken to.

Jamie looked up from his watch and looked worried.

"I think I should be heading back now. See you Sara and thanks for the coffee." Jamie waved good-bye and headed out the door, I went after him to see him out. I looked around the street to see two shadows by the trees on the opposite side of the road. One of the shadows was holding an object that was glinting in the sunlight. I saw him drag the object up and plunge it into the other shadow's chest. As the person with the object made his way out from the trees and climbed through the fence, he was convinced that no one could see him. I watched him stroll down the street with the hood over his head and a trail of scarlet blood dripping behind him. I rushed back into my house and slammed the door behind me.

Did I just see what I thought I saw?

Was it really that?

I couldn't be!

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