Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest.
Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation.
Trying to solve this my...
Today was Friday and you missed your classes but that wasn't too important because it was Friday, and finals were still over a month away.
The next day you spend inside trying to snap out of it and distract yourself with studying. The next day looked the same. It was literally a "eat an apple. Drink tea. Study till you fall asleep. Wake up. Repeat." Cycle.
Maybe you would go to jail before writing your finals but oh well. You liked studying and it made you forget about what happened for a while. A few times you got distracted by your thoughts and had to cry, which made you incredibly angry but you made it through the days nonetheless. There was still no police knocking at your door, it felt like hell. Every time you heard someone opening the door downstairs and walking up the stairs you tensed up and anticipated a knock.
Monday morning came and you decided to go to your classes because what else was there to do. On the way you were paranoid as fuck and it felt like everyone was looking at you. It felt like everyone knew what you did. They didn't know but it sure felt like it. The anxiety didn't help, what would they think of you if you would get arrested on the street in front of a whole crowd?
Smoking before class calmed your nerves, you were able to take notes and concentrate whenever you didn't feel watched and judged. In the breaks you even talked with your friends about music and finals but kept it rather short. You had your reasons. It seemed like everyone around you was suffering and dying one after another and you surely didn't want anyone else to have the same faith as nolan, officer Clemens, the nurse and Charley.
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The rest of the day you studied in the library trying to get your mind away from certain thoughts. In the evening you left your phone lying in the library, went to the car and bought some groceries on the way home. You weren't eating much and buying food just to let it go mouldy in the fridge wasn't the best financial decision but oh well. You just wanted to feel normal and maybe hopefully you would eat it after all.
You were just waiting for the day where you would get arrested. What would your friends, classmates, parents, neighbours and professors think? Word would go around fast, that's what always happened when someone committed a crime or something less stupid like getting drunk and vomiting all over your friends essay. There would be nasty untrue rumours too, that's what always happened.
Your thoughts were killing you, it was always the same.
Would anyone visit you in prison?
On Tuesday you met up with a few class mates for a study session and went to some extra classes just because no one cared about you sneaking in.
You were still waiting for some cops to show up and arrest you.
Wednesday was the same as the last two days. You treated your wounds a bit poorly but the infection got better after taking some antibiotics. The day after the murder you spend half of your time trying to get the glass shard's out of your hand. It was very hard since there was no one to help you but you managed it somehow. The left over splinters stung every now and then but hopefully they would get rejected out of your skin soon. Truth was that you liked the pain, it made you feel something.
