Psycho

3: 3/1/1984

"She's dead?!" I asked her confused and so surprised.

"Yeah.." Ms. Tella frowned and got interrupted by a student who had a question. I slowly turned around in my seat to my drawing of Katrina. Her eyes were bright blue but there was also a depth of darkness you could see behind them if you looked long enough. I needed this drawing of Katrina...I didn't want to turn it in. I moved it to the side of the table and started a different drawing; My little brother Nysa.
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The last 4 hours of school were tiring and  I was now in my car driving to pick up Nysa. The traffic was always bad after school. I drove to the elementary school and waited in the carline for Nysa. The passenger seat opened and Nysa hopped in.

"How was school today?" I asked him even though I honestly didn't care. I started to pull out of the carline and drive home.

"It was great!" He smiled showing me his two missing front teeth.

"What did you learn?" I said seeming like a good role model. But let's be real, the last person you would want to be is me.

"About space! Like the planets and stuff." He said bouncing in his seat.

"Ooo seems like fun!" I smiled and kept my eyes on the road. Nysa then started to talk about recess. A few minutes passed by and we were finally home. I walked inside with Nysa and went to my room. I opened my door to my room and the smell of lavender and lemon grass incense fill my nose. I light one every night. It relaxes me. I pull out my computer and open google. I type in the search bar: "Katrina Webbs death" and press enter. The computer screen went white for a millisecond and then the results instantly popped up. I clicked on the first result. The light from the screen reflected off of my brown eyes and they moved side to side while reading.

"Katrina Webbs was murdered  at Brownsville Highschool March 1st, 1984. She was found in a classroom late after school with two bullets; one in her leg, and one in her head. No gun found around her, so it wasn't suicide. The case was never solved. She's buried in Brownsville cemetery."

My eyes widened and my heart beat sped up. Most people would be freaking out if they figured out they talked to a dead person. But not me. I wasn't even focused on the fact that I talked to a ghost. I felt kind of bad what had happened to her. And I don't feel a lot of things most of the time. I closed my computer and got up to my backpack and took out the picture of Katrina I drew earlier today. I walked downstairs and grabbed my keys. Then I remembered Nysa. He's too young to be left alone at home but eh.

"Uhh Nysa?" I yelled.

"What?" He appeared from the hallway with a transformer toy in his hand.

"I'm leaving. Don't open the door for strangers. Bye!" I told him without waiting for a reply and walked out of the door to the car. "Wow I'm such a good sister" I scoffed. I should be disappointed in my self but no.
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I arrived at the cemetery with the drawing of Katrina in my hand. I searched the cemetery for awhile looking for her grave. And then I finally found it.

"IN MEMORY OF KATRINA VIOLET WEBBS. 10/15/1968-3/1/1984" it read. I stared at it for awhile then slowly set down the drawing  by her grave stone. I gathered some rocks and set them on top of her stone. I actually felt guilty. And I never feel guilty. She seemed like such a sweet, caring person that would befriend anyone.

"Hope you like the drawing Katrina. Rest in peace." I said. I turned away to walk to my car  and I swear I heard someone say in the sweetest, softest, helpless voice:

"Thank you Aurora."

A/N: sorry this chapter was kind of bad. :( please vote and comment? Thank you <3