I let out a horrified scream.
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The blue and red flashing lights irritated my eyes. The sirens of the ambulance started a new headache. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung. My thoughts blank. I bit on my lip to prevent my whimpers from escaping. My breathing hitched. The policewoman patted my back, rubbing it in circles to attempt to calm me down.
"It's ok. If you need to cry, then cry." She whispered. My warm salty tears rolled down my cheek like an endless waterfall. The policewoman continued to comfort me. She turned me away from the crime scene to view the trees of the park.
I hated crying like this.
I wasn't crying because I loved him, or I was super close to him. Yes it was unfortunate, but my feelings weren't like this.
I felt immense fear. I felt responsible for this. It felt like my body wasn't cooperating with what I wanted to do. I was shivering. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Feeling frozen in place like a statue, not being able to do anything other than cry.
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I was taken to the station for questioning. It didn't last long. I was let go, to walk home in the nearly completely dark, only the sun peaking a bit from the distance.
I was much calmer now. My breathing was stabilized. I walked calmly down the sidewalk to my apartment. It was quiet, I could hear the quiet patter of my shoes hitting the cold stone. All until I heard plastic, a fence, and heavy footsteps beside me. The dark alleyway. A light shiver crawled up my spine. I looked down the alley, the dark crevasse, not even the moonlight could reach. I could make out an outline of a figure. I couldn't make out who it was, it was clear they were wearing baggy clothing. I felt drawn to conclude who this was. I pattered down the alleyway. But misfortune always seems to strike me, a loud squeaky crunch came from under my foot. I felt the color drain from my face. The figure turned around. I couldn't see the face. But what drew my eye was the object that now reflected the moonlight.
A black handle. A metallic blade. What sent me into a panic was the rusty maroon stain that lined the blade.
A stained knife?
It clicked to me. Aaron fell victim to stab wounds. But while investigators searched, no weapon showed up.
Knife. Stab wounds. Missing weapon. It was definitely this person. Cold sweat dripped from my face. My panic and fear rose in the pit of my stomach. I took a deep breath.
It looked like the person came to a realization. They let out a tch, then started running the other way. I felt adrenaline run through me. I raced forward, every time I sped up the courage inside me raised. The fear I felt ceased.
"Hey!" I aggressively shouted.
I managed to keep my pace. I slowly caught up. But then this bitch pulled out a parkour move. They jumped from the boxes to the dumpster, to the fence. One hand on the fence guiding their body over it. I followed. Up the boxes to the dumpster. My hand couldn't grab the fence, I fell.
The figure stopped and looked back before taking a few slow steps.
"Hey! Who are you, bastard!" I shouted.
"What gives you the right to take away other's lives!" I grew more aggressive. I got up and made my way to the fence. I tried to climb it. But that's when the figure spends off out of view in a blink of an eye.
I stopped climbing, I banged the fence in frustration. I desperately wanted to go back to the police station to report this, but my body was almost at its limit. I wasn't very athletic. I was going to go home and report it in the morning.
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I made it home with the little energy I had left. It was about 7 pm when I got home. I locked my door and let out a big yawn. Today was the worst. My stomach grumbled. I searched my cabinets to find a pack of goldfish crackers. I hadn't gone grocery shopping this week... I gave the treat the smell test. It smelled fine, so I popped one into my mouth.
I finished my "dinner". I headed for the shower.
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I returned from the bathroom dressed in my usual comfort clothes. Nothing baggy, but nothing tight either. Gray leggings and a black hoodie. I tied my hair into a ponytail. I let out a yawn, I turned my head to my small clock set on the wall. It was now 9 pm. I did my check around the house. The doors and windows were locked and my blinds and curtains were dropped. I cleaned up around my house. I sorted my laundry and did the other chores I had put on hold due to what was supposed to be my date.
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I plopped onto my bed. My arm rested over my eyes and I let out a big sigh. I removed my arm from my vision and looked at the clock sitting on my bedroom desk. The red numbers showed clearly on its screen. 11pm.
Today was a rollercoaster. Started off with Samuel being a flirt, to a date, to a crime and fear, to chasing around a murderer, to finally being tired. It hasn't even been a month into my "fresh start". I let out a big sigh once again before I got up. I made my way shutting off the lights around my apartment. I finally made it back to my room. I placed my phone on charge and opened up the sheets to my bed. I closed the door to my room and turned off the lights. I shimmied my way into the sheets and snuggled into my blanket.
A good night's sleep, a long rest will give me a good start to tomorrow. Or so I thought.
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