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Oops a shitty story

I heard a knock on my door and I slowly get up to answer it, I had to unlock the door since I lock it. I haven't gotten to trust the people here yet. Renting a room is a risky idea, Don't do it unless you're certain- Who the hell am I talking to? Anyways. I slowly open the door to see my friend, aka crush hehe.

He had light hazelnut hair sticking out in the most random places, His side way fringe defys logic as it comes out as a Spike at the side of his head. he wore Golden rimmed glasses, Which got him the nickname 'old fart' or 'oldie'. He had light gray eyes and long eyelashes, Even though it was a little bit weird to see a guy with long, Lushous eyelashes. I thought it was cute. "hey." He said, Raising a arm to give a small wave. I moved out of the way, "Come in, and hey." I replied, awkwardly.

We were sitting on the bed talking about random shit and saying random jokes. "I heard about what happened." He states, the good atmosphere was gone in one second. I looked down and said, "Yeah..." He put a arm around me and gave me a warm hug, It honestly made my heart race. But I just hugged back.

He's gained more muscle, Maybe he's been going the gym lately? He smelt like guys deodorant. "The police haven't called me, Its been.. a month.." I mumbled. "Have they questioned you yet?" He asked, Raising a Suspicious eyebrow. "Yeah, But I didn't say anything useful.." I muttered. "At least you tried to help.." He sighed and I shook my head. "I could of done more.." I mumbled.

"Just don't blame yourself, You couldn't stop what happened or know it was gonna happen." He assures, I didn't reply to him. I couldn't think of anything to say. He didn't make me feel any better; Which I didn't really care about since.

My coping mechanism is to not talk about it, The pain would go away if no one talked to me about it. But everyone keeps on bringing it up, It makes things harder. My family doesn't like this, They keep on saying 'Stop acting like it never happened', 'Why is she on her phone? Her parents just died' which was a another way for me to cope with sad situations.

"I wanna stop talking about this." I mumble, and he pulls away from the hug. "You shouldn't be bashi-" "I'm not." I interrupted, "I'm fine, I'm just pissed off about the police and their lack of work." "They're doing the best they can."
"it isnt good enough."
"They're only human.."
"so am I."

I could feel myself get more annoyed as we kept talking about the police, they aren't putting a effort in. It's been a week and apparently they haven't got any leads. "They get paid to find out who killed them." I mutter. "Don't you think you're being a little harsh?" He mumbles. I shook my head, I felt my heart heavy. Oh no. "I just want them to rest in peace!" I whine, rubbing my left eye. He noticed that I was about to cry and gave me a another hug. "They'll find who killed them." he assures, patting my back. "And they'll spend a lifetime in prison, and you'll feel safe again..." I start to cry into his Shoulder.

I sigh as my friend tells me to try to sleep, He ended up staying the night with me, But He's staying in my spare Sleeping bag. how disappointing. I groan when he tucks me in, Giving me a poptart to nibble on. "I'm not five you know." I mutter. He looked up at me and smiled, "Says the one who lives on Poptarts and YouTube." I laughed Mockingly at his joke and he laughed.

I ended up tossing and turning, A couple of times I would look over the side of my bed to see if he was still asleep. He's sleeping like a baby, He looked so cute. Especially without his glasses.

I walk to my front door, I felt my gut turn. I had a bad feeling. Why? Cause I said I would be home earlier. They're probably worried sick, They're very over protective. I open the door quietly, Incase they fell asleep on the couch again. I shut my eyes went I'm hit with the scent of Blood, Well what I thought was blood. My face Shrivels up at the foul smell and my stomach turns.