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An Interesting Idea


Kimberly Canyon

Chapter 1

Jake and Will had just been through a terrible situation. Will had just tried to kill himself. Jeff, one of Will’s friends, told Jake it was because of Jake’s relationship with Will.

Jake asked Will, “Is our relationship really that bad?”

“That was part of it,” Will replied hesitantly.

“Jeff said your eyes said something different,” Jake said.

“Yeah, I thought he might’ve told you that,” Will said quietly.

“What was the other part?”

“It happened a few days ago,” Will said hesitantly, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too painful.”

“Would I remember it?”


“At least give me a clue,” Jake pleaded.

“Okay, do you remember that night I was over here, and you went somewhere?”


“And you didn’t come back for a long time; something happened while you were gone.”


“I went outside; when I came back in I forgot to lock the door.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Someone got in the house,” Will replied solemnly.

“Did they take anything?”

“No, they tried to, but I stopped them.”

“Okay, what’s so bad about that?”

“He tried to kill me.”


“He knew I was trying to stop him,” Will said quietly, “He had a knife, and he pinned me on the stairs.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Jake asked, concerned, but Will ignored his question.

“He said I should stay out of the way. He tried to slit my throat.”

“Then what?”

“I pushed him away and ran outside, and hid in the backyard.”

“Why didn’t you say anything when I got home?”

“I don’t know - I wasn’t sure it was real.”

“Do you remember what happened after I came home?”


“You were sitting on the stairs, staring into space. I asked what was wrong,” Jake said, pausing. “You said nothing.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jake asked again, “We could’ve talked about it.”

“I was scared,” Will replied, his voice shaking.

“Did you think I would get mad at you?”


“Will, I wouldn’t have been mad at you,”

“You wouldn’t?”

“No, I would’ve been worried that you got hurt.”

“You should’ve been there, you were supposed to protect me!” Will said suddenly.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said sympathetically, “I wish I could have, but you’re not a little kid anymore. I can’t protect you from everything.”

“I know, I guess we both have some growing up to do.”

“You should’ve told me.”

“I know.”

* * *

Jake sat by Will on the stairs. Will sat on the stairs staring out into space. “What are you thinking about?” Jake asked.

“What happened, why I didn’t tell you,” Will replied distantly.

“I guess I can be kind of tough on you sometimes.”

“I should’ve been able to stop him,” Will said bitterly.

“You did.”

“No, from hurting me, he shouldn’t have been able to do that to me,” Will said fiercely.

“Will, you were just scared.”

“I shouldn’t have been.”

“If I had been in that situation I would’ve been scared too!”

“Really?” Will asked in surprise

“Yes, really,” Jake said solemnly; Will started to cry. Jake reached over and hugged him. Will just sat there, while Jake tried to comfort him. “You’ll be okay,” Jake said soothingly.

“You really think so?”

“Trust me, you will,” Jake replied seriously.

* * *

It had been a few months since Will had been attacked. Will was finally starting to get out of the house, and he was getting less paranoid - when everything started again. One night Will was at Jake’s house for a visit. Jake had gone out around seven, he’d been gone for awhile, just like that fateful night.  Because everything was the same, just like on that night, Will’s nerves were already on edge.

Suddenly there was a noise. Will jumped. His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating. 'Why am I so freaked out?' Will thought. Only one answer came to him. The killer was back. Or at least that’s what Will thought. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, the police had put his attacker in jail, he couldn’t come back,’ Will thought with relief.

* * *

A man walked down the street. He hardly looked suspicious. The man was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt; typical jogging attire. He seemed to be looking for something. He knew he had to find that kid again. Where was that house? A person walking past him wouldn’t have noticed the small knife, cleverly hidden in his shirt pocket. Why hadn’t he gone after that kid? A smarter criminal would’ve gone after the guy and finished the job. But now, now it was payback time. Time to unleash his fury and hatred. Tonight he would get revenge. Now that he had escaped, he would finish the job, and cover his tracks. The man smiled, and began to laugh. Suddenly he recognized the house in front of him. Still laughing, the man turned and headed into the backyard.

* * *

What was that noise? Will stood perfectly still; was he imagining things? No, there it was again.  Footsteps, that’s what it was. But where were they coming from? Then Will realized someone was in the house. How did they get in? Will knew he’d locked the door this time; no one had knocked. The window, he’d been stupid enough to leave the window open!

‘Oh no, what am I going to do now?’ Will thought fearfully. This wasn’t supposed to happen, the man that was supposed to be in jail was here, and all he wanted was to kill Will. Suddenly the footsteps closed in on him. Will could feel someone standing behind him. Will slowly turned around, and found himself facing his greatest fear.

Chapter Two

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