️Bae ( A Urban Series )

The Inside

I sit in the hospital room, as bored as ever. I can't do anything and there are no good shows on around noon. I flip through the channels. Kacy hasn't came to see me yet. I guess that is okay due to her pregnancy. Not to be salty or anything , but if I don't show up when you having the baby don't be mad.

I let out a sigh and hunch back onto the bed. They say I wasn't very lucky with the incident. They say that I am supported by these air tubes. I have to wait until I am fully recovered to get out of here. In the meantime, I keep myself occupied.

I got some sticky notes, a note pad, and a pack of pens. Now all I do is write notes on plans to kill the girl. Of course, I wasn't going into full detail or saying any names. I would write it down as a "weird dream". I wasn't about to get locked up because they found something in my hospital notepad linking it to the death of the girl. I have no idea who he is!

I keep writing overdose on the paper. I continuously write it. I think it might mean something to me. I don't know yet. Its hard to remember much before the crash. Overdose means something. I guess I'll have to have a look into the past!

Flashback
I'm in the school classroom. It isn't used by many people. It is more like a student room aside from the teacher room. I had locked the door from the inside and jammed the lock with a fork. I was packing tight suitcases of a unfamiliar substance of me at the time. It was green- you can already assume what it is-. I stare at it oddly as I close one of the cases. Curious, I picked up a green bag. I opened it and whiffed it towards my nose. It smelled more like a carrot or any vegetable.

I inserted it into my mouth. I spat it out on impact and put it back into the bag. It was disgusting but I was just doing work. I needed money to support my mom. She got fired from her job and that's when I started working for King. He was the best in the streets and he paid big bills. I was just supposed to manage packaging of the weed to get $1,000 a day! It was good and I had grown fond of it all.

I sealed the last case and walked over the window. The van was parked not too far off from the window. I grab the cases and jump onto the soft grass. I stand up and run into the van. I put the cases in the designated case and hopped out. I took off of the clear rubber gloves. I dispose them in a trashcan and hop back into the classroom.

From there, I would play a little game of mine. I would turn the lights out and lock the windows. Then, I would bang violently on the door. I would fake whimper and then stomp across the room, unlock the window loudly, and fall to the ground. I was getting paid for this from the school. They are responsible for all injuries that happen on campus and they have to pay a fine. Thats why I love this room. I even decorated it.

I had a whole closet of things. I decorated the wall with pictures of dead people. I know it sounds fucked up, but it calmed me. Thats probably why I started killing people myself.

Flashback over

That's all I remember. I need to expand!

I have to go to the scene of the crime!