You sobbed into your pillow. It was the morning after Lucas was killed, killed before your very eyes. You hadn't the courage to call the police, nor the heart to tell anyone what happened. No one would believe you if you tried to explain who the killer was; humanity was stupid, like that...

     You thought about the expression on your friend's face throughout the event; concern, then seriousness, then fear, then absolute terror. You played the scene over and over in your head, and seeing Lucas's horrified face as the hatchet came down again and again made you sob even harder.

     You wondered why Toby hadn't chased you; certainly, he would have caught you if he had had the intent of killing you. But, no, he didn't even follow after you. Nevertheless, you had made up your mind: you were going to follow Lucas's last wish and never leave your house for a week.

     You sat up and wiped the tears from your face with your sleeve. Sniffling, you went to the kitchen to get something to eat--despite the urge to stay in your room, your stomach was roaring at you for food.

     Just as you  reached the fridge, there was a nock on the door. You scowled. A visitor? Now? Really!?

     You went to the door and opened it enough that you could see through. There was nobody there. Something caught your eye and you looked down. You had gotten a pleasant surprise: Your blanket, folded neatly and  looking cleaner than it ever had, lay on the welcome mat. You snatched the blanket as if the mat was going to hold it away from you and pressed your face into the soft fabric. It was comforting.

     You smiled sadly. You had your blanket back, but Lucas was still dead.

    You turned to go back inside when something slipped out from between the folds of the fabric. Kneeling, you picked up the paper. It was torn slightly and bent at the corners, but the writing was legible.

     "(Y/N),

          You left this at the school. I figured it was yours, so I had it washed and returned it to you.

                               See you around,

                                                     --Me"

     "Me?" you thought out loud, "Who is 'me'?"

     You stared at the note for a long time before you began to get cold and realized you were still outside. You stepped back into your house and quickly closed the door behind you. Then, you sat down and stared at the note some more, wondering who could have possibly been to the school within the past evening besides you, Lucas and...

     ...........Toby.