October 29th, 2016, Zayden Georgia witnessed his mother stabbed to death by a masked man. 3 years later Zayden is in his senior year of highschool.
Nobody expected his mothers death to begin gaining relevance 3 years later but Suddenly Zayden starts...
Authors note: This story switches from first person view to third person, there will normally be a switch from first person to third person when Zayden (main character) is not in the scene.
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"Normal" What does normal really mean? A word used so often yet the definition is so unclear, the meaning of normal is complex. One could argue there is no true meaning of normal.I hovered over my mothers body, Is this my new normal? No, I refuse to believe this mess will define how my life will go. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, the touch startled me. My adrenaline was still spiked up from the current event. I jerked my head to glance at the man behind me. "Zayden Georgia, correct?" My face went blank. "that-thats me." I stuttered.
The man was tall, maybe 6,4, definitely intimidating. He had his black hair brushed back into a sleek bun with a pair of matching dark soulless eyes. Definitely attractive. His arms were crossed and he had a light frown. The type of frown filled with pity. "I'm gonna have to ask you some questions." He said.
"Ask me anything."
The cop then proceeded to grab out a notebook "I'm going to need you to tell me everything you saw." The cop requested.
This was the moment, this was the moment I'm gonna have to recognize what had happened to me. Was I ready myself to accept the events of tonight. I hopped back and forth in my head about whether or not I should do the right thing, as my mother would always say "There is no truth in a lie."
The decision I made would continue to haunt me through out my childhood. "I didn't see anything, I heard a scream and I went to investigate and that was when I found my mother dead."
I think the cop noticed how jumpy I was because he began studying me more intensely. "If someone is threatening you we can-"
"Nobody is threatening me!" I interrupted.
"Okay, okay, I believe you." The cop settled
Going back to school after my mothers murder was awful considering my mothers murder was plastered all over the news, everyone at school was treating me like I'm some sort of mental case waiting to explode. I slowly became known as the weird emo kid.
From then on I held myself together with a thread. Eventually the thread that had held me together began thinning until it had ripped completely and when the thread had ripped my father decided it would be best if I had switched schools. New school, new me, isn't that what they always say? With me switching schools I had only become better at hiding my emotions.
2019
I will admit switching schools had brought me friends and an actual social life. Hiding in my room watching The Vampire Diaries on repeat had no longer been a regular occurrence. Instead I'd spend my days socializing and sipping Coke Zero. My secret? I fucking hate it, I hate all of it. I hate going out to cafes and giggling pretending everything is okay when everything isn't. Not enough meds can make everything okay. My sister and father both had already moved on and I feel like I'm stuck in 2016, October 29th. At this point I don't even look forward to the life I have ahead of me. I'm stuck in the storm and it just keeps pouring.
