Chapter 1 '' aftermath ''

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"How could he" I thought " how could he have done this " I said out loud not knowing if Roger can hear me or not. I went towards the light thinking I just passed out and woke up again but what I get was me standing over my own body. I was pale, I was bloody, I was in shock. My name is Mia Torres on the night of August 30th 2021 at exactly 12:30 pm I was struck in the head with a hammer by my boyfriend of 3 years. I can hear Roger talking in the bathroom I began walking towards the bathroom seeing him washing the blood of the hammer and getting the blood of him too " why " I said knowing that he can't hear me, I'm dead nobody can hear the dead and if you did call yourself lucky or not. " WHY " I yelled at him still knowing that he can't hear me but I was hoping that if I yelled loud enough he could " WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY ROGER " I began to yell I was angry the guy that I been dating for 3 years just murdered me he doesnt even look like he regrets it at all. Roger began to walk off into the kitchen where my body was he had washed all the blood of him and changed his clothes for what reason I didn't know at the moment as I followed him to the kitchen. He then got on the phone and called somebody "hello please I just found my girlfriend in the kitchen she's dead I don't know how this could have happened " he began to tell a woman on the phone with a fake crying tone "you son of a bitch" I whispered seeing everything happened " please come quick please " he said as the woman told him the cops were on the way he then hung up and started to do fake tears so he can be ready for what the cops arrived. I was going to marry this man one day and I didnt even know about his true colors. Him being like this it was shocking to see how he was right now it wasnt him it didnt feel like him this isnt my roger this is someone else. My Roger wouldnt hurt me or would he, I mean he just murdered me and called the cops fake crying and is already getting ready for the cops to see him crying to make it seem believable, 3 years of dating gone down the drain just like that. There was a knocking on the door that snapped me out of my own mind and made me look at the door and walk towards it ....

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