Dustin

Soccer practice was exhausting and quite honestly, completely miserable. I hated the stupid game and never should have signed up, but now I was stuck on the team for the summer practicing. The worst part was the walk home. I didn’t live far but by the time it was over I was tired and sweaty and I just wanted to take a shower, so when one day my brother’s best friend offered me a ride home of course I said yes. I had known Dustin almost my whole life; he had always been nice to me. My brother Landon hung out with him almost every weekend and it helped that Dustin lived just down the street from us. Even though I lived less than five minutes away, I closed my eyes once I was in the car. I instantly fell into a deep sleep, and I probably could have slept all day. Eventually, I opened my eyes, but not too wide. Something was wrong. Looking up hesitantly, I met eyes with Dustin; he was just staring at me. I sat up and I noticed the pain that echoed through my arms and hands. My wrists felt like they were tied together, and it was unbelievably tight. “Dustin what is going on?” Dustin was like family, I just didn’t understand. I started pulling hard at the ropes, but I had to stop it hurt so badly. I was full out panicking now; my breathing was almost as fast as my heart was pounding. What was happening? I tried to pull at the ropes again but they cut right into my skin. “You always said we should hang out sometime without Landon, I figured we could stay at my house for the night and just talk?” “But why am I tied up?” I whimpered. He didn’t respond, it was as if he hadn’t even heard me. We pulled into the driveway of his house and he began to open his door. I started to get really scared. “Dustin I want to go home.” Instantly his eyes...

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...alked up to me, grabbing my arm and in that instant the knife that was in my hand pushed through his side. Dustin pulled back and the knife fell to the ground as he did. I just watched Dustin as he sank further and further onto the floor until he was completely lying down. It must have been five minutes or more in reality, but it felt like seconds. Landon must have hung up and called the police because I could no longer hear him, and the flashing lights were already in the driveway. I watched as the EMTs pulled Dustin into the ambulance. The police were keeping me away, questioning me as paramedics rushed around shouting back and forth. I looked over and looked directly into Dustin’s eyes. He reached out for me, but when he did all I saw was the person who had been on top of me, pinning me down. I glanced back at the police officer, and without a word I walked away.