Almost

It almost could have gone the other way. My life could have been changed forever. Life without my best friend. It could have been so different.

            He got her name from a friend, who had gotten it from a different person, who had gotten it from a different person. He got all around the school, getting information from anyone who would talk. No one knew who he actually was, he just said he was an 18 year old guy from Ireland, but how was anyone to know if that was true?

            She was texting him for only a couple weeks before their conversation was found. They had texted day in and day out, but no one had known. She told him things about her that she hadn’t told but a few people, but he knew about them.

Who was he? We never knew. Maybe, possibly, unlikely had he truly been just an “18 year old from Ireland”. He was more likely a creepy, pedophilic man living in their very own city.  He was a creepy, pedophilic man who knew about my best friend- what she looked like, where she went to school, what she did in her free time. He shouldn’t have known these things.