I am Maya Bishop, and I am a murderer
That's it, call it what you want but I murdered him. Those who will try to find a way to make what I did right are simply too open-minded to live in such a world. I could've run, I could've let him kill me but n...
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Fear. Dread. Regret. Tormented.
There were simply too many words to describe how Carina felt the next day, opening her eyes to be met with the sun shining through her window.
She needed to know what Maya was talking about, why she was so scared and why she thought it was bad enough for her to completely abandon her for it.
I mean, what's the worst she could've done, drove a car into a neighbour's fence? She was the sweetest, most harmless person she had met; she could hardly imagine her hurting a spider, let alone anything worse.
Carina was brought up by strict parents, she was taught right from wrong, not to hurt people, physically or mentally, she had manners, respect, and she was taught to expect that from those around her.
Maya was different from carina in obvious ways, but she still had the morals and beliefs Carina had and was respectful and kind, the only thing separating them was the unknown. The thing Carina was yet to find out.
"Bambina, you're going to be late!" her mom shouts up the stairs, Carina only just realising she has been staring at the ceiling for half an out, literally just thinking.
Why is it that humans are convinced the more they think about something, the better outcome they get?
The times Carina had spent hours staring at a tv, not watching whatever was playing but going over scenarios in her head, thinking of every possible outcome. Maybe it had helped before without her knowing, helping her react to a different outcome of a conversation? Well, she had predicted every possible thing the other person could respond by saying.
"Bambina, you're doing it again" her mom sighs, coming into her room
"What? oh, yeah, I'm coming, hang on" Carina panics, rummaging around her room to try and find her phone, another thing she did all the time
That phone must've explored every inch of her room, ending up in the weirdest places, or there are the times when it just gets lost in her bed so after tearing her room apart, she goes to lay down and ends up on top of it.
"There you are," Carina says, having found it down the side of her bed, moving to put it in her bag straight away, having no intention of losing it again
. . .
The first lesson of the day was rubbish for Carina, it was maths.
Maths was terrible for someone who only tends to find interest in words, especially when it came down to memorising equations...
Carina loved that about literature. You didn't have to memorise too much, memorising techniques was easy for her, when she started writing or reading a piece of text, she could just tell what it was, she didn't have to think about it too much, but maths... well, maths was disastrous.
