I have been home all day, cleaning and painting. I’ve been working on an assignment for my art class. The theme of the assignment is emotion, either the emotion you feel while making the work or the emotion you have for someone. I wanted it to be simple because I was calm while doing it, so I painted a misty landscape with mountains and forests. The trees made me feel alive and healthy, while the mountains made me feel relaxed and blissful. I hate being alone in a house, though. I want to go out, but everyone is either at a party or busy with other plans. I unlocked my phone and checked Instagram to see if anyone was home or wasn’t busy, but then I saw a post of one of my close friends at a party. Then I remembered a party my boyfriend was going to with his friends. I told him I wasn’t going to go, but I changed my mind, so I decided to surprise him by going. I liked my friends post and closed my phone. I put on my dress. I started to do my hair, makeup, and any other necessities. Once finished with everything, I got my car keys and got into the car, then drove off to the address because I had gone there before. (After arriving) Once I arrived at the house that the party was being hosted at, I went inside. The music inside was loud, loud enough to bust out your eardrums. I plugged my ears with my two pointer fingers and walked around the house trying to find my boyfriend. I asked multiple people if they had seen him, but they all said they didn’t see him. I guessed he wasn’t there and was about to leave until someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and realized they were one of the people I asked about my boyfriend. She said nothing to me but pointed to something or someone. I turned the way she was pointing and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was my boyfriend with another girl. But it wasn’t in a friendly way; he had his hands and arms wrapped around her waist and was kissing her with his eyes closed. I can tell he was liking it. My eyes filled up with tears, and my throat tightened—so tight I couldn’t talk. My so-called boyfriend opened his eyes and looked right into my watery eyes. Tears came out of my eyes mixing with my mascara, turning into black tears. And as the tears run down my face, it leaves a trail of black. I run outside before anyone can notice me, and before now my ex can talk to me. I get into my car, start it, then drive off. I look at my rear view mirror and see my ex standing there. (Arriving home) I arrive home and go into my room. I jumped into my bed and was rethinking what just happened. I started crying again because I was in disbelief. I kept crying until I fell asleep. (The next morning) I woke up, my pillow wet from catching my tears. I get up, and I realize I’m still in my dress. I get up from my bed and go into the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and I see my red, puffy eyes, my messy hair, and my messed-up dress. And I once again start to cry. I feel betrayed. I feel so much pain. I can’t bear to keep looking at myself. I walk away to my desk and get a new canvas, and I paint a dark forest. A dark forest for my dark, broken heart.
It was 2:50 when the dismissal bell rang. Once it rang the classroom doors swung open and the halls started buzzing with the sound of people. The halls were too crowded to walk through so I took a very big shortcut. I went to the bathroom and opened a window and climbed through it. I went to the front of the school and acted like I didn’t do such a thing. Once I made it to the front of the building I saw my three friends huddled up next to a light pole. I walked to them and said, “Hey guys!” Sammy answered back “Hey!” Carl said, “Hey Rayne” “Hey, Ray!” said Mikey. I smiled at them. “You guys want to hang out at my place today?” Asked Mikey.
“Sure why not,” I agreed. Everyone got their stuff together and we headed to Mikey’s house. Mikey’s house was so cool to hang out because he had a whole room full of games to play. One problem about going to his house is that it is a long way. By the time we reached our halfway mark, everyone was already tired from walking.
“We should take the alley to your house Mikey,” Sammy suggested but out of breath. Everyone looked at each other surprised. We never go down the alleyway because of how scary it is.
“Yeah, this is a long way to your house, Mikey, let's take the alley just this once,” Carl agreed.
Everyone agreed and so did Mikey, so we walked into the alley, and with each step we took the creepier it got. With every noise we heard we jumped. Halfway through we realized this was a bad idea. And there was no turning back now so we continued into the dark alley.
A noise from behind a dumpster was heard so we hid behind garbage bags that were piled up. A deep man’s voice was heard,” Where’s the money I asked for?”
Another unknown man's voice was heard, but it sounded weak. “I’ll get it to you next week, sir”
We stayed silent and watched as they continued.
The other big man replied, “No I’m not giving you any more chances! You’ve had 2 months to get me that money!”
“Please sir I will for sure next week,” said the weak man.
“Give it to me now or else,” the man threatened.
“I said I don’t have it,” the man yelled back.
“ Wrong choice buddy,” the man lifted his shirt and pulled out the gun he had in his pants. A second later he aimed it at the other guy’s chest and pulled the trigger. BOOM __ Everyone turned around and was in shock and disbelief. Everyone started crying, what were we going to do? Just sit here? I would run but I can’t cause my ears are ringing and I’m scared to move. What if he sees us and we end up like the other guy? I don’t want to die.
Carl whispers, “ We have to get out of here and report this to the police!” Everyone stared back at him afraid to speak. And by looking into their eyes they don’t want to move cause they’re afraid. I gain the ability to speak back and say “ Are you crazy? You want us to get killed?”
Carl sighs. “Of course not, we just need to get out of here before we get caught!”
“Okay, what’s your plan, C? “
“Okay super simple, we just run the way we came in and-“ Carl got cut off by Mikey.
“You want us to just skedaddle out of here like nothing happened?”
“Of course not!” I answered for Carl.
“Okay so what’s your genius plan,” Mikey asks.
“Okay so after we run we aren’t going to just leave we are going to report this and then we’ll be on our way back to Mikey’s house”
“But what if he sees us and shoots us before we make it out?”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“ C’mon we are all fast, you think this old guy can aim at four kids running hecka fast,” Carl said.
“I guess not,” Sammy replied.
“But what if we just stay here and wait till he leaves,” Mikey suggested.
“We’ll probably be dead before he leaves!”
I suggest, “What if we wait and see what he does with the body. What if the police think we’re lying and they want proof. So if we know where he put the body we will have evidence to show! As soon as this guy leaves we’ll bolt outta here!”
Everyone agreed to my plan and we waited to see what he did with the body.
“Aye! You punks! get rid of the body now before anyone comes strolling down this damn alley,” the big man states. All of his ‘punks’ get to work. A few get bleach and the others get garbage bags and stuff the body in it. Watching this I feel sick to my stomach. After they clean up the blood they throw the body behind other trash bags so it blends in. The big guy turns around to us and scans the area, but we duck fast enough to not see us. Once he finishes scanning his surroundings he heads inside and so do his workers. When the door closes we sprint out of the alley and go to the nearest police station.
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I came home late again. Adam is furious, he is yelling at me. His angry voice makes me cry.** I can’t handle being yelled at. **His anger is not the same as him calm it’s completely different. The next thing he says makes my stomach sick. He yells, “Are you cheating on me!” Everything is silent, but I need to fight back, I need to tell him my secret. He cuts me off. He says, “ You are aren’t you?” He starts yelling again and accusing me for cheating. I find the courage to yell back at him. “Oh Adam! Just listen to me and stop yelling!” He goes silent. “I’m not cheating on you, I swear,” I admit. “So? What is the reason you come home late? Do you have a whole other life i don’t know about!” “In fact I do,” I affirm. “What is it? What is this ‘other life’?” He questions. “I- I’m Lady Venus,” I confess. The saying of it releases a huge weight off my chest. “Stop joking around V, this is serious,” he yells. “I’m not joking!” “Prove it then.” I take off my jacket revealing my orange and purple suit. I put my hand in the pocket of my jacket and reveal my mask. I put it on. “Oh my gosh” “See I’m not lying, I love you,” I hug him. “ Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I let go of him and take a breath and say, “ I was afraid you wouldn’t love me anymore” “I couldn’t never stop loving you dear,” he runs his hand on my cheek and smiles softly and kisses me gently on the lips. “Me either,” I say back.
People say when somone dies they are in a better place. What place am I in? How can I be in a good place when the person I love is gone forever? I can’t be in a good place when my memories contsantly replay, and the sound of their voice is still here in my head . I act as if they are still here with me, knowing they are not , and will not again. Every single day I cry mourning and grieving my best friend . The tears go from my eyes to my cheeks to the ground making a puddle of sorrow. This continues to morning. I wake up to my pillow damp from tears of sadness . Sometimes I feel like I need to talk to someone about my pain, so some days I act like they are listening to me. But in reality, the only thing listening is myself, hearing all of my echos and emotions from my mind.** And the hallucinations of them are my biggest triggers. **The images from my mind haunt me. I picture them standing in the living room as if they are there and when I run to them and hug them I am hugging no one but air. I’m getting older now and I still can’t stop crying that they are not here anymore. Or that my favourite memory of us is singing our favourite song together . And the time we spent hours on one math question are slowly leaving and their voice is fading away forever. I can’t let go of them, they are the only person I loved and cared about, and also felt the same way about me as well as I did with them. Why can’t I let go of them? Moral of the story, I am not in a good place.
