MURDERED IN THE LOCKER
I dashed haywire in the woods. Heart pumping, gut-wrenching. My feet slapped the muddy ground, sending me jetting past the various figures that blurred around me. I took large leaps ahead as my lungs strained.
I kept running. To where that might be, I don't know. But I knew I needed to get out of here.
Heavy steps followed me with an abnormally large axe in his hand. A ghost-faced veil covered his face. Blood and Darkness were all I could think of.
"BRINNGGG!!!" My mobile phone roared on top of its voice.
My eyes opened in a flash. I sprung up on my bed with unorderly breaths. Heart racing like it would pounce out of my chest. It took me a while to figure it was just a nightmare.
Well, some nightmare it was!
I calmed myself down by running a hand through my disarrayed hair and pausing at my neck to feel the drops of sweat on it.
Taking deep breaths, I checked on my mobile, which kept howling in its terrible tone.
Mumma Calling…
Before I could receive the call, it ended. I checked the time. It was 8 o'clock in the morning.
10 missed calls. 5 messages.
Usual overwhelming motherly care. I had a routine of calling my mother as soon as I got ready for college.
But today, I missed college. After the previous night's experience, a person could hardly force himself to college. I might have stayed up all night if I didn't ingest those sleeping pills. The face of that dead body kept reappearing in my mind.
Her disfigured face. Her sliced-out fingers were all over the place. Blood smeared everywhere like ketchup.
The phone rang again. Only this time, I picked it.
"Where were you? I was so worried!" My mother's anxious voice echoed in my ears.
"Why do you worry so much, Mom?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, even though I knew her answer.
"You'll know when you are a mother," she replied, displeased, and I let out a chuckle.
That's just the answer I have heard a million times for a number of my rhetorical questions.
"Anyways, what took you so long? What have you been doing? Were you involved in something with your roommate?" And here comes her early morning suspicions.
"Mom, you know Zendaya never stays here at this time," I said, throwing off my sheets and stepping down from the bed.
"I was up late at night for study," I paused.
Damn study!
"So, I didn't wake up early." I completed my statement.
"What about college?" She asked.
"I had an off!" I replied casually.
Two lies straight away without hesitation. Man, this place is turning me into a sinner!
We had a light talk for a few minutes, and then the call ended. My mother keeps talking to me until she is satisfied I ain't involved in dealing drugs or something.
I laughed at my own thoughts.
Walking lethargically, I reached in front of the mirror, which reflected my appearance. Messy hair, loose striped pyjamas paired with an oversized T-shirt whose sleeves were longer than my arm length.
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