the boy sat next to me is a murderer.

in your english class you sit next to a handsome guy named Andrew. you always felt a bit weary of him, though you weren’t sure why. he seemed like a nice guy. until last Saturday.

you attended a party at a classmates’ house last Saturday. the night was going pretty smoothly and later on you decided to leave the house for a quick break. you went into the garden and just stood against a wall, enjoying the fresh air.

it was peaceful until you heard some shuffling from the shed in the corner of the garden. curious, you walked over and peeked through a small gap in the door where you saw your classmate Andrew standing over a lifeless body, his hands covered in blood. you stumbled back with a gasp and immediately returned back to the party indoors.

you’re not sure why you didn’t tell anyone, you’re still not sure why you’re not telling anyone. all you knew was that you were currently sat next to a murderer.