my life is ruined...

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When I wake up my vision is blurry. I have very little recall of what happened yesterday. I wait for my vision to return to normal before I get out of my bed. I make myself a cup of coffee and get dressed. this time I put a little more effort into what I wear, I put on a pair of red skinny jeans, a blue and white plaid shirt,and some blue hightop converse.

I open my door only to see the most disturbing thing in the world. A body. On the railing of my apartment stairs. Upside down. Feet tied to the rails. Blood dripping down. I drop my cup of coffee and rush over to it hoping it was not Derek. I untied the feet and pulled it up. This got blood all over my shirt. I carefully lie the body face up and burst out in tears. The worst possible thing came true. It was Derek. Derek was dead. He had been shot in the chest three times.

I look at my watch. 7:30. I ignore the time and just lay there with Derek. I pretended that he was still alive and we were cuddling under the stars. I eventually fall asleep.

When I wake up I am being pulled off Derek's body. No! I scream in pain of letting him go. They finally remove me from his body and I look at who pulled me off. Chelsea. She pulled me in for a hug and i cried on her shoulder. She took me inside the safety of my home while F.B.I agents looked over the scene.

Once inside I removed my face from her shoulder and hoped this was all a bad dream. I wished I would wake up in my bed, with Derek waiting for me to wake up. It didn't happen though. I just walked into my room and slept...