I was out of breath. I had rushed to the house as soon as I understood what was going on and what she was going to do, and in less than five minutes I was back, wishing it would not be too late. But it was. When I entered the room I thought she was in, there was not a sound to be heard. A silence so threatening that it made me shiver, overwhelming me. In other circumstances, such a phenomenon would not have alarmed me, but right now, i felt like vanishing into anywhere, escaping, flying away... My fear was taking over me and I was losing control of everything, including myself. Wake up and move! a voice inside me cried. I heard it, obeyed and realized I was wasting my time : the room was empty. What caught my attention was beyond my worst expectations. Silence didn't bother me, being alone in the house didn't bother me - or at least she was supposed to be here too....But stains of blood on the floor, that bothered me. One, two, three, step by step i followed the dark red drops, crossed the red mile to the computer and finally found it. The knife was there, behind the keyboard. Someone had used it.