Diary of A Murdered Girl

Chapter 5: Mistakes

 Chapter 5: Mistakes

  It was late at night. I’d promised I meet them there and I did. What was going to happen, that no one knew, especially me. I ate dinner at about 7.30pm. Of course, I had eaten it alone. My parents were on a business trip. No one was there to stop me, stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. I left the house when the sky had turned pitch black and only a few streetlamps were still alight. Apart from the usual barking of neighborhood dogs, the streets were pretty much empty. Not a single motion was seen or heard.

If you didn’t know better, you might think it was one of those moments in horror movies where a masked murderer with a chainsaw jumps out of the bushes and kill you but no murder was committed. Not yet. I took my bike from the garage and pushed it silently, twitching every time a tree branch broke or the rustling of leaves is heard. I’d barely make it to my destination, having to turn around a few dozen times. I arrived at the entrance of the park and started biking up the hill. The whole ride didn’t take long, maybe 10 minutes tops. The mountain air was nice, definitely different from the usual city pollution. I didn’t bring a torch light. I didn’t need one. The lights reflected by the moon and stars onto the road I was biking on made it bright enough to see. 

People were dancing around me. Couples. Strangers. Boys and girls. I suddenly felt trapped, claustrophobic, like the walls are pressing on me and I can’t breathe. Everything is cloudy- everything is wrapped in a fog and I’m filled from head to toe with a burning desire to run- to get away from this place. I want to go home. No! Not home but somewhere where I can be happy –somewhere where I won’t feel alone. Somewhere-

“Rose! Hey, what’s up?”

Hearing my name snapped me out of my daze. I looked up and I see Amanda, who squeezed me in a tight hug.

“You’re here. You’re actually here.”

She pulled away and stared at me, smile beaming. Her next words were a slur. She handed me a bottle of vodka and I took a sip of it. I felt like my throat was burning. I wanted to throw up and quickly excused myself to use the bathroom. I didn’t know how long I was in there but when I walked out, a figure stood in front of me. ‘He’ loomed over me, standing at 6 feet and said something. I think ‘he’ said my name but I’m not sure. I’m still a little woozy from the vodka but the next words that come out of ‘his’ mouth was as clear as crystals.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?”

I was speechless and confused but somehow I heard the words coming out of my mouth.

“Yes, I do.”