Addicted to You

Keeping Quiet

(A/N: I know the chapters are really short I'm trying, even though nobody will read this haha. I read a book about cliches to avoid so this chapter and future chapters will be different to the first two. I can't remember the username of the author so I'll just put their book in my reading list. That's all, Enjoy!)

'Gertrude I'm sure it's fine, it's probably some drunk that had one too many and passed out. You know, there's an old pub if you wander down the alley far enough.' She turns and looks at me, she simply mouths 'get out' I nod and grab my phone, 'Coming home now, be there soon' And now I have to convince the old lady I'll be fine walking home. 

'Diane no! The poor young man's neck is in pieces!' she chokes out through tears, a wave of vomit flows out of her mouth, I let out a squeal, it's strange, I've always been fine with blood, but vomit gets to me, my own vomit however is fine. 

'I'm sorry dearie, the state of that boy, it's really horrific, I can't handle it! Of all the places, a young innocent life was taken here!' she screams and curls up in a ball and cries. 

Diane mops up all the half digested food and comforts Gertrude. I slowly shuffle around the two old women and make my way to the door.

'Josie please stay here it's not safe, ring your parents and tell them what happened, tell them you'll be staying with one of the laundry ladies.' Gertrude finally says, wiping tears from her face.

'Gertrude I'm sure it's nothing, there's been a trend going around recently, men like to put large colorful tattoos on their necks.' I lie. 'I'll be fine.'

She shakily rises and follows me outside, I walk back down in to the alley, hoping I wouldn't ever see him again. There he his, my attacker, my victim. I can't see him very well from here, all I can see is a pale body shaped lump lying at the end of the alley. Breathing heavily I step closer, and look down at him, his half naked body lies lifeless before me, and it's my doing. Part of me is tempted to confess, scream to the world 'I did it!' but I can't, or I don't want to. That temptation is hopefully me coming to my senses and feeling incredibly bad for it, but all I feel is that slight temptation to scream.

We get close enough to confirm it's a giant hole in his neck, or if you look closely, lots of little wounds close together. I need to act affected by what I've seen, well I am affected, but it's just not happened yet. 

'Oh god, oh god!' I scream, making myself gag with a hair I pulled into my mouth. 

'See! I told you! That young lad is dead!' Gertrude freaks out again. 'What are you waiting for?! Call the police! Please, I beg you!' 

I stutter and hesitate, the phone goes through and a woman answers it.

'Hello, what's your emergency?' she asks. 

'There's a- a boy here, he's been, st-stabbed, he's d-dead.' My attempt to sound scared probably failed, but I would've believed it, I'll know if it works if I become a suspect or not.

'What's your location?' 

'The alleyway next to the laundromat on seventeen D-David's lane, Mirefield, F-Florida.' 

'Can you confirm the person is dead?' 

I lean down, and for the second time, I check for a pulse, and there's nothing there. 

'Y-yes, he h-has no p-pulse.' 

'Okay ma'am, for your own safety can I ask you to leave the alleyway and only go back in if police ask you to?' 

'Y-yes.' 

'Okay ma'am, stay calm police should be there soon.' 

Sirens blast, almost deafening me, I rang my parents and explained the situation, they said they would drive down but they haven't shown up yet. Through the window I can see two cop cars and an ambulance, two paramedics rush down the alley with a stretcher, the cops from one car follow them and the others come in here.