I ran all the way to my apartment building and skipped the elevator ride. My hands are shaking as I try insert my key into the lock. The keys suddenly slip through my fingers, and I bent down and grab them. I turn to see a dark figure walking down the hall toward me. The figure is wearing a black cloak and a skull mask.
I insert the key into the lock and open the door. I slam the door shut and lock the door. I back away when someone begins to bang on the door. I walk backward into the kitchen. The banging continues. I grab a steak knife from the wooden holder, and pull it out. I hold it flat against my chest as I approach the door.
For a few seconds the banging stopped. I extend my arm so my fingers are hovering over the lock. I grab the lock. My entire body is rejecting the idea to unlock the door saying Don't do this. It's a bad idea. But I don't care. I am saying I am tired of this.
Discreetly, my hand twists the lock quietly. I extend my arm further down and grab the knob. This overwhelming feeling of fear is holding me back from turning the knob. I push through the fear and swing the door open.
I exclaim in rage as I swing the knife at the figure in front of the door. "Whoa! Stop!"
My arm stops swinging around when I recognize the voice. "Garth?"
"Whoa! What did you do to your hair," he asks as if he wasn't just attacked by his roommate.
"How long have you been standing there," I ask.
"I just pulled my keys out when you starting swinging that knife at me. Again, what did you do to your hair?"
I look up and down the hall. No one else is in the corridor besides us. "Quickly come in," I instruct. I push him into the apartment and look up and down the hallway again making sure that no one is there.
"Will you tell me what you did to your hair," Garth asks again. I'd expect him to ask why I almost killed him. But I guess my hair is more important than his own death.
"I got it cut and dyed," I say without finishing it with my sarcastic comment. It's pretty self explanatory. "I thought you were going to play Destiny."
"I was. But then I found out that I need an upgraded adapter." I look down to see that he doesn't have any shopping bags. "The Best Buy I bought Destiny at didn't have the adapter. And I went to similar stores all over Williamsburg, I couldn't find one that I need."
Suspicion: gone. "I'm sorry about that," I tell him. "Why don't you look online?"
"Good idea." He walks over to his desk and searches on his computer. I hear a patterned binging on his computer. It must be a notification. "Harvey, you gotta look at this."
I walk over to him. "What's up?"
"There is a news report on a local murder. It's live now."
I walk back over to the kitchen. I grab the remote off of the counter and point it at the TV then turn it on. "What channel," I ask.
"Try channel 5."
I change it to channel 5. There is a blonde news reporter in a red pantsuit. "Just minutes ago, the police discovered the body of a young man in an alley. The police were given this information by an anonymous source. The young man is Dante Marring. The victims was stabbed through the back of the neck..." A memory awakens inside of me. Seeing Jennifer Kailey's blood splatter onto the computer screen almost makes me want to puke. Then her body collapse makes me want to collapse as well. "...then he was dragged several yards from his car, and finally, his hands were nailed through the chest into the heart. The medical examiner claims that Marring was murdered eighteen to twenty hours ago. The police are not giving anymore information during this active investigation." At the end of the sentence I turn the TV off and fall backward into a recliner.
"Wow," Garth says remorsefully. "Poor guy."
"Yeah," I say with a little fear in my tone.
"What's up with you," Garth asks. "Did you know Dante?"
"No," I shake my head. Whoa, he has a better memory than I do because I couldn't remember the guy's name. "I... It's just... I knew someone who died a similar way."
"Stabbed through the back of the neck?"
"Yep," I reply and bite my lip. "And it was scary."
"How could it have been scary? It's not like you were the when it happ..." He looks at me before he finishes that sentence. "Oh my god! You were there when it happened."
"Yep."
"Wow. That must have been really scary."
"Can we just... stop talking about this?"
"Sure."
After several seconds of awkward silence, I speak up. "Well, I'm tired. I'm... I'm just going to got to bed."
"Alright."
I walk into my room and fall onto my bed. My head is on my pillow comfortably. My body is positioned comfortably too. But I wasn't able sleep through the whole night.