Yo Quieo Jugah

I got off the bus.. I couldn't picture her there.. How?? Why?
I got home and my mother welcomed me. I could barely say 'Hello'.. there she was. Long blonde hair, shiny like the sun. Intense blue eyes, like the depths of the ocean itself. Looking me with.. admiration? could that be possible?
- Wha.. What are you doing here?
- I came here to see you, can we speak somewhere like.. more private?
I hesitated, she was here to see me, she wanted to talk to me and it looked like it was some kind of secret.. Could she?? I just couldn't get my head around that idea...
We went to my bedroom, nobody would disturb us there.. I looked around and stared at her face.. Would she get the wrong idea??
- Ok.. what do you want to talk about?
- You stopped
So she knew... of course she knew! She had seen me in the radio station... I couldn't say a word
- Why did you stop? I mean, when I noticed it I went straight to do YOUR work, wouldn't be nice if someone knows you've been in the radio station, you killed everyone there, God knows why but you left someone alive, and then.. you stopped. If someone saw you going there, somehow they could find out that you were the one doing this...
SHIT! She knew EVERYTHING, and she was not stupid at all.. all my other murders have been perfect, but here there was a hole, and she'd found out really quick
She spoke fast, it was like a rehearsed speech.. still the tension in her voice was clearly noticeable
- I can't kill anyone anymore...
- Why? I don't understand, are you injured or something like that?
- No, I just can't
- I don't understand
- Neither do I...
- But, have you tried?
- No! There's no way I'm going to try!
- Why not? Try me..
Was she serious?? I mean, on the phone she said something about me being an angel and setting her free but.. could she be serious about that?
I looked at her face, her blonde hair and blue eyes, slender figure. I pictured myself three blocks away from my home, I pictured her waiting for the bus, saying hello back at me... I pictured the begginig of everything. I pictured me saying that it was the day she was going to......... darkness.
What the hell? I couldn't even THINK about killing her? and what about someone else?? I pictured someone very close to me, someone I was really upset with, someone who had been the cause of my bad mood that day... I could picture the whole scene...
Why her? Why couldn't I even think about killing her?
- I can't.. I'm sorry
She looked at me with such sad face, I thought she was going to start crying...
- It's ok Angel.. You've been sent here with a task, after you fulfill it, you can send me to my mum.. In the meantime, I'm going to help as much as I can..
We talked about nonsense for about an hour.. She was totally crazy but she had a really good reason for being that way. I couldn't blame her. I tried to tell her that I was no angel but she just denied it.. Ok, leave her be... crazy people..
It was getting late when she said she should go, she was staing at some friend's house...
As I walked her through the living room I caught a glimpse of the television... the Police had hired some private investigation group or something like that...
- The thing is.. We might be getting really close to the killer, or we might say.. the TWO killers..
We stared at each other faces with fear, they had noticed

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