I stood there. Feeling ill, contemplating my life decisions. The only thing I felt guilty about was telling people to shut up. Not actually killing them.. or was it all a dream?
I tremble, it just came to me?! What would make me do this?! I step back. I came to my senses that some were still alive. I felt a bit relived. A bit. I needed to get help for these helpless victims. I digged through my pockets, no phone. I started to sweat. Why did I do this? What was my reasoning or my goal? My head started spinning, so many gorey bodys! I fell to the ground, blacking out... slowly.
I woke up to a repeating sound, it was an alarm. Infact, it was a ambulance alarm. I sprung up. I didnt want to be put in jail. I didnt wanna be like my mum. A cruel, chaotic murderer. A paramedic scurried over to me. "Are you okay lovely?" I panicked. "Y-yeah!" I chuckled, trying not to be suspicious. I slowly strolled down the hill. Gosh! I almost blew my cover. I looked for a car, maybe one that looked like mine? I saw nothing. Just my luck, I obviously need to get on a bus.. but with a bloody tee? I dont think so, shouldnt I like maybe... clean it up? I could say I helped someone, or maybe steal a victims jumper? Wait, I see my hoodie! I slipped my jacket on me while, zipping it up.
I decided to take a bus. I didnt really care where it would take me, I needed to get away from that. The bus arrived. Multiple people went on, many people went off. I was one of the people that got on, I decided to sit somewhere near the back, I didnt want to be classed as 'Untrustworthy'. The bus trip went for an hour, I was curious but didnt mind. All the stops would be one after the other. A woman around my age sat next to me. She had long brown hair, the biggest hazelnut eyes I've ever seen, her lips as red as cherrys. I slowly fell in love with her. "Hello!" The woman yelled as she revealed her voice. She rushed and put her hands on her mouth. "Dear me, I shouldnt talk so loudly! Hello, What's your name?" She asked. I felt so flustered it wad hard for me to talk. "A-Arlo.. you?" She giggled. It was a bit funny, I have to admit. "Im Eulalia! Call me Lia for short." Wow.. even her name was pretty. "Hey uh.. I kinda need somewhere to stay, do you have any suggestions?" I asked, thinking she would think Im a psychopath. She nodded. "Yeah! You can sleep at my place if you need." She told me. I blushed softly.
We stopped at Crainesfield Avenue and trotted to her house. I didnt mind if I were to sleep outside. "So where do you come from?" Pleaded Lia, I giggled. "Manhattan, you?" I answered, hoping she would say it too. It took Lia a while to tell me, but when we got to her house she replied "Yonkers." Oh. Yonkers is a small town, I guess. I sighed, feeling guilty in how I tricked this innocent woman into dealing with a killer. "You all good? You sighed." She questioned while unlocking her door. "Yeah." I replied. We walked into her house. "You'll be sleeping upstairs, on the left, third door." She told as she walked off into her room.
I plop on the bed, I havent felt this sort of sensation before! I grab my shrit firmly and shake it. Is it hot in here or do I just like her? I thought to myself. I decided to sleep, seeing if that might help me forget about that.
[CHAPTER ONE FINISHED]
