It was a dark cold misty morrning as I'm out running the streets. The streets are dark and it seems that the street lights can't even keep the street lite. It's been creepy around town ever sence Sashas murder. And i couldn't help but to notice the akward silence through the town. My house has been ever so peaceful in the silence and I've been sucking up every last drop of this sweet silence. I'm getting closer to my house now I can hear moms sobs from the window. Shes been shaken up ever sence Sasha died. I slowley let myself in the house and took off my black hoodie. I look at my mom and smile. She looks awful and shes listening to the news. Their talking about her agian. Talking about how the police have no leads on her murderer and how they haven't found the body. They'll never find it I laughed. I saw her body and I was there for the murder... I am the only one that knows the story... I shut the door and made my way to the bathroom. I took one look at myself in the mirrior with my smudged black eyeliner and my spikes and studs you would think someone would have suspected me with her murder... She was my best friend... And with that I got angery and slamed my fist into the mirrior. I watched as the mirrior shatterd to the floor and i watched as the blood trickled down my finger onto the floor. I was a bit satisfied with the blood I saw. So i made my way to my room. I took 2 sleeping pills off my dresser and swallowed them whole. I slowley began to take off my spikes and chains along with my eyeliner and i slowley changed into my night clothes. With my eyes getting heavier by the moment I fell into bed and rest my exhausted body. As I lay there I drift off into a deep and disturbing sleep... About her... I always dream about her nowadays... But this dream seemed to be the worst I've ever dreamed. I could hear her calling so clearly screaming my name calling out to me as I stood still silenced by her pleading cries for help. I couldn't move it was as if my feet were glued to the floor. Fear was seeping though my body as I gasp for air. I still smell her... I still remember her vanialla scent with the slitest hint of green apple shampoo... I remember every slightest little detail before and after her death... I remember exactly how she looked hanging off the celing the rope gripping tightly around her neck. Blood dripping from her lips and neck. I watched as her face went from blue to purple and as her muscles collapesed and she stopped breathing and moving. I watched as she just hung there. As a silent tear ran down my cheek I slowly walked over to her. I touched her cheek. She felt cold as ice. Amd i couldn't feel her pulse. She was dead. Right in front of me. She commited suicide. It wasn't murder like everyone thought. I slowely unhooked her from the celing with the tears streaming down my cheeks. I sat there quietly for a few moments and put her body in a sack. I slowely draged her out to moms car and stole the keys. I only have me permit but i knew i wasn't going to get caught so I started the car and slowely took her to our favorite spot. It was the least I could do for her. I drover to a big lake where we always went to talk about things it was beautiful I found a shovel in moms car and dug a hole under the weeping willow tree that we always sat under. I took her out of the sack and laid her gently in the hole and with one last look I closed my eyes and buried her... Suddenly I awoke with the beads of sweat pouring out of my body and soft wet tears in my eyes. Its unbearable going on without her. Lifes not worth it. I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. I slowely took out a knife in my dresser drawer and ran it along my arms. I slowely cut into my arm and as bad as the pain I continued to make more. I watched as the blood formed a puddle onto my floor. As I felt my eyes getting heavier I knew I was drifting away and with my last words I let out a soft breath and said "Im sorry."
 iknow-youdont-wantme · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 10:27pm · 2 Comments |
