Forgetting the Murder

8: New Friends

Have you ever asked yourself whether it's worth ruining a good friendship for a relationship that will one day end in tears? I think most people have, or at least I have. Are relationships even worth it at all? I suppose, even if we just stayed friends I'd be feeling the same as I do now. Except I'd be full of regret, regretting never telling him how I felt.

So I guess, in the end, it was worth it.

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I tried running, but my small legs were inferior compared to his long lanky ones. He eventually caught up with me and slammed me to the ground, sitting on top of me to keep me still.

I couldn't see his face as it too dark to make anything out. He took a blade out of his coat pocket and held it down to my stomach. He hesitated for a few seconds then sliced the knife across my stomach quickly. I tried as best I could to muffle my scream.

He looked at the blade, examining it almost, turning it around and watching the blood glisten. Then he swiftly brought the blade to my throat. He didn't hesitate this time. As quick as he could he sliced the blade right across my throat, causing the blood to poor out. This time I couldn't stop my voice, I opened my mouth and scream in agony.

~*~

I woke up, breathing heavily. I really do hate nightmares.

I got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom, rubbing my forehead when I entered. I looked at the mirror and almost laughed. I looked like such a state. I had 'bed head' and 'panda eyes', how attractive. I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face, wakening me up.

I looked at my clock which was on my bed-side table: 06:28. It was far too early to get up, but knowing me I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. I pulled on a pair of grey sweats with a pink vest top and my white trainers, scraped my hair into a ponytail and decided I would go for a run.

I had been out running for about ten minutes and already I was nearly dying. Seriously, what made me think of going on a run? I couldn't even play dodge ball at school without having to sit on the bench for a break every five minutes! I had the stamina of a sloth.

I sat on a patch of grass in the park with my face red, trying to catch my breath. I lay back so I was facing the sky and just watched the clouds float around, morphing into different shapes and sizes. About half an hour later, I got up and ran home.

When I entered the kitchen Emily was already standing there talking to one of her many friends on the phone. Another difference between Emily and me was that Emily is a people person. She likes to have lots of friends whereas I prefer to rely on myself. Mainly because I won't let myself down. To be honest, I'd rather have no friends at all than loads of friends coming to me with their stupid problems.

I got out a bowl and pored myself out some cereal. I took it to the sofa and started to eat it.

"As soon as Mum and Dad come back there'll be no way you'll get away with that." Emily stated.

"Yes, but they're not back yet, are they?" I replied, a little more moody than intended.

Emily nodded. It was silent for a moment until she said, "By the way, we're going clubbing tonight."

I scoffed, "You're joking, aren't you?"

"No. You need to have some fun. Enjoy yourself. Find a boy."

"One that will spike my drink or one that won't?"

I didn't really care about going clubbing, and I didn't really worry about getting my drink spiked; but I didn't want to "find a boy". I had my stubborn mind set on Zeke, and it didn't plan on moving.