She's My Killer (girlxgirl) [Completed]

Chapter One: Kaden Hart

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"I'm not in love, it's just a game we do. I tell myself I'm not that into you but I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three. You're in my head like, breathe."

The music was blaring through my room as I was jamming on to it as the windows were open and the breeze from outside was coming in.

I felt alive.

It was something about blasting music so loud that you can't hear yourself think that makes you feel alive in this shitty world.

Music seems to be the only thing sane.

It was a safe-place.

I grew up adoring music more than anything cause it spoke to me when everyone else couldn't. I grew up to music being my best friend and my partner in crime, depending on it more than anything else.

Music saved me more times than one.

I can't explain the feeling I get when I'm lost in music and everything else around me seems to disappear.

But the only time I can actually have the music blasting so loud that the house shakes, speaking sarcastically of course, is when my brother isn't home.

It's not that he doesn't like music, but he doesn't like the attention it brings from having it so loud that our neighbors can hear it.

Which I understand but if someone loves music as much as I do then our neighbors need to understand that music will be blaring through their walls as well.

But I don't argue with him when he tells me to turn it down.

The days when he's not here though, I play my music as loud as I could. I don't care about the neighbors hearing cause I have all the windows open in my room to make sure they can hear it.

I loved it.

As I was singing along to a Russ song, I turned around before screaming when I saw Izzy standing at the doorway of my room and smiling at me as she had her arms crossed.

"I always seem to catch you at your most goofiest time." She said once I turned the music down. I saw her walk further in my room before sitting down my bed.

"And you always break into my house."

"I don't always break in." I heard her chuckle. "Sometimes you leave the door unlocked." She smiles at me. "Hasn't your brother told you that a serial killer could come in?"

I give her a look as she smiles at me. "I doubt a serial killer would want anything to do with me."

She leans back on her hands as she looks at me. "True. So what are you doing?"

"Cleaning my room." I look over at her. "What are you doing besides breaking into houses?" I joked.

Isabella was a friend of mine, I call her Izzy for short. I've known her since I was in high school cause she was a few years behind me.

I graduated last month and she was in her Sophomore year.

We've been pretty good friends, despite the age difference which wasn't by much. I met her when she first started high school and I was a senior at the time.

I wouldn't say we're that close cause we have our differences and we don't always get along, but she's a great friend.

When it comes to friends, I only have Izzy. I don't like people enough to befriend them and I blame my past for that but it's who I am.