I'm literally a nervous wreck, but of course no one would know. I'm not noticed. No, don't do that. I am NOT looking for pity, I'm just stating facts. I spent way too much time thinking about my encounter with a man dumping a body, that I didn't even have time to sit down for breakfast, so I grab a banana and head out. Yes, I walk to school, okay, yes, I'm a loser who doesn't have a car.You're never going to believe the route I have to take to school. Yup, you guessed it. I have to cross THE bridge. you know, the bridge that a murderer was just on literally 24 hours ago. Okay, okay, you're good, you're cool. Just might want to jog past this area, you know, just a little faster pace.
Ah great, school. Hell on earth. Let's just get this crap over with. The day goes on as normal and as slow as usual. Nothing exciting, nothing new, just how I like it. Four o'clock, finally. I get to begin my walk home. I nearly forgot about the path I have to take home and who else knows about it. Nearly. So this walk is a fast paced walk. Nothing wrong or suspicious about that, right? Um, wait, hold on, what is that? A cop car? No, four cop cars. And six ambulances. What is going on?
Well those officers were fun to talk to. Just "move along little girl" this and "keep it going kid" that. I'm sixteen, NOT a kid or little girl. But the annoying part is that they wouldn't even tell me what was going on. Just said it's nothing to "worry my pretty little head about." Ugh, right. Anyways, when I got home, I was the only one there. A rare but appreciated occurrence. Using the silence as a time to do what I want, I turn on the TV. And what do I see? None other than the news, reporting about what happened on the bridge, on my bridge.
Oh my goodness. They found the body. No, not just one body, ten bodies. What? How is that possible? When could he have dumped the other three bodies? I'm literally under that bridge every night and I would have noticed if a body was dumped another time I was there. Wait, does that make him a serial killer? Great, so I interrupted a serial killer dumping one of multiple bodies and now he is coming after me. Fun times. The reporters end the segment with them asking the public to help the police in any way they can.
I mean, sure, I can help them, but is it worth it? Probably not cause being murdered by a serial killer is not on my 2021 Bingo Card and I really don't want to add it. Okay, but wait, no, I should help the police. They are the ones who can lock this killer up for good. It's a good plan, a good plan. Maybe.
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Never Underestimate A Women
Short StoryA collection of short stories centered around powerful women that may just leave you speechless. **These stories do contain violence, romance, language, and mentions of assault/abuse** **Some smut, fluff, and angst as well**