The Only Survivor

Amelia's POV

Ame=Aim

Ames=Aims

"Did you hear about those poor women?", Katy, my bestfriend, asked. We sat in the library of Linken County Community College. "Yeah. It's horrible", I answered softly, with a shutter. "I didn't think one murder would happen in this tiny little town, let alone three", she cringed. 

I geniunely tried not to think about it considering that I live alone. I've always lived in Teela, however, my parents died six years ago. I have lived alone ever since. "Ame?", Katy whispered, attempting to draw my attention back to her. 

"Hmm?", I hummed, looking at her. "You good?", she asked. "Yeah", I nodded, trying to act normal. "Okaaay...", she drug out. "On a different note, what do you want to do for your birthday?", she cheered up. Oh yeah. I completely forgot that my birthday was a little over a week from now. 

I'll be twenty-six years old. You are probably asking yourself why a twenty-six year old is at a community college. Well, because we have the best trade program in the country. And after the remodels I have been doing on my parent's home, I learned that I have a knack for electrical work. 

With my newly discovered interest, I realized that I could make an excellent career from it. When my parents passed away, they left enough that I could go to college to be anything I wanted. I decided to stay though, take care of the house they left me. 

"Amelia? Seriously?", Katy snapped, tired of waiting for me to respond. "I'm sorry, Kat. I really don't know. The anniversary of my parents' death in in just a few days. You know that I haven't really celebrated since then", I sighed, gathering my books together. 

"Where are you going?", she asked, slightly panicked. "Home. It's late. I'm hungry and tired. And we have mid-term tomorrow", I answered. "Wait. Walk me home, please", she said, throwing her stuff into her bag. I chuckled, knowing she was going to want me to walk her home. 

It was dark outside already. A chill wrapped around my arms, informing me that fall was near. "Damn daylight savings time", Katy cursed, as she tucked her cardigan closed. "You've been asking for the 'ber months. They are here", I teased. "Shut up, witch", she clapped back, crossing her arms and making me laugh. 

Katy lived two houses down from the college, so it didn't take long to reach her house. "Text me when you get home, bitch", she said, hugging me before traveling the sidewalk to her front door. I waited until she was safely inside before I continued my journey. For me, it's approximately a fifteen minute walk home. 

Unfortunately, my car isn't working right now. Otherwise, I'd be driving and it would only take five minutes to get home, if that. But, luckily it isn't a far walk. The only mechanic in town is backed up for a few months. So, because I don't want to put money out for a new car or a rental, this is waht I've resorted to. 

About five minutes into my walk, a chill ran up my spine. I felt as if I was being watched. Katy's voice echoed in my head about the three women who were murdered. They weren't just murdered, though. They were brutually raped and beaten to death. 

Whoever was doing it was not using a weapon, only his hands. 

A noise in the distance behind me had my ears perking and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. 'Call for help', my inner voice spoke clearly. I pulled my phone close to my chest and dialed 911. I didn't have to look behind me to know that someone was there. 

I could hear their faint footsteps. I knew I had to be quiet to not alert the person to what I was doing. "911, what's your emergency?", the operator spoke loudly through my earphones. I turned the volume down so I could still listen for the steps. "My name is Amelia June. I am on main street alone and someone is following me. Can you send a deputy to me?", I whispered. 

"Where on main street?", she asked. "Five minutes, walking distance, north of the college", I answered. I must have spoken too loud because I heard heavy, fast-falling footsteps coming towards me. By the time I turned around, a heavy figure was colliding into my body. 

We both hit the ground with a grunt. "Ma'am?", the dispatcher spoke. "Get off me", I yelled, as I tried to block flailing arms.