Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me - although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them. I realised this just too late when I found myself looking at the wrong guy in the wrong place. I just went to the gas station to fill up my car, when I realised my bladder was about to explode. This is a normal experience for me, since I drink 4 cups of coffee a day to keep me alert. That is something i need after the sudden death of my sister. My whole life was always planned and organized. But last month that all fell apart and the idea of something keeping me steady. A routine, that will keep me from slipping up sounds better. I decided to go inside and use the toilet. Most times I would never go to an public toilet. The smell there is just unbearable. But I convinced myself I would do this as fast as possible. I walked over to the front door where someone just entered. A guy dressed all in black with grey sneakers. He had a hoodie over his head which made him blend in. When he opened the door he held it open for me and gave me a slightly forced smile. Not a smile that was forced because he din’t like me. But a smile that was forced so that I would like him. I smiled back at him and entered after him. But I should have trusted on my gut feeling. Because when I entered the gas shop, no other people were inside. When I tried to walk to the women’s restroom, the guy who opened the door for me was staring at me. At this moment I realised he was holding something behind his back. We held eye contact without exchanging any words. I held eye contact when I took a step back. He looked down at my foot and then he looked up at me. I saw something shift in him. He started moving his hand away from his back so that I could see what he was holding. When I could finally see what he was holding it shocked me to my core. It was a knife. Not just a knife. The exact knife that was found in the body of my dead sister. This was the moment where the realisation kicked in. I just met the killer of my sister. The reason why my sister can’t be here with me. Even though this anger I feel for him is taking me over. I run for my life. Without looking back I run out the back door.