Compelled

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Finishing senior year was a weird subject to me, hard to comprehend that graduation was a few months away. I was proud of myself for getting this far. My brother dropped out years ago making my family assume I would follow in his foot steps. Tonight was a typical boring Sunday evening. I sat on the dinner table studying for the SAT's, Overhearing my mom watching the television downstairs. "Breaking news" said the reporter. I looked up to see what was the big fuss.

"An animal attack just found by a hiker near Oakland lake. Two Brutally killed. Ripped piece by piece. Some images might be too violent for under age viewers."

My eyes flashed down meeting my paper once again. I couldn't stand the sight of blood, it made me vomit. Kyrptonite to Superman. My weakness. I was so tempted to look. Peaking my eyes up seeing the deformed couple. Blood puddled up around them staining their cloths. Their insides battered, spewing out. I closed my mouth quickly imagining the metalic taste of blood and squeezed my eyes. Running up to the bathroom, I shut the door and held on to the sink. I should have just ignored the stupid reporter and the images that came along. I looked up to my reflection in the mirror, pale as a ghost, my lips showing no color. I wiped cold sweat off my forehead and held onto my stomach. Don't puke don't puke. I finally got a hold of myself, dipping my hands in cold water and sprinkling it on my face. Returning back downstairs I heard one last sentence from the news lady that caught my attention.

"The true question is, was this an animal attack, or a murder."

Oakland lake wasn't that far. Few miles maybe, but defiantly not far. What if there was a cold blooded murder roaming around living and breathing the same air as I. It had to be an animal, didn't it? I shook my head trying to focus back on the boring text book. My mom stood up from the couch shutting off the TV. She walked over setting her coffee mug down. "Ah, Studying I see" Her gaze followed the messy papered table to my face. She put the back of her hand on my forehead. "Hun, you don't look so good, you alright?" I fake smiled lazily nodding still feeling a bit sick. "Go to bed, that's enough studying for now" She muttered closing my book.

I nodded licking my lips and hopping into bed. Hopefully I would get those disturbing images out of my head, instead of having nightmares about them. How could anyone do this to innocent people? Making the murder so violent and horrid. If I were to die I would want to go fast. Getting shot would be explicitly relaxing compared to a unpredictable stabbing knife.

The next morning I put on a black t-shirt that worked an extraordinaire job in showing my shape. It had wings on the back, a crown included with a cute bead design decorating the front. I put on blue skinny jeans and black sparkly high heel kicks. I applied makeup and swung my bag over my shoulder. My mom didn't have work until 8pm, so she normally slept in. I never decided to awake her in the mornings, never ate breakfast either. I jumped into my crappy light blue jeep, it was the only car I could afford. The paint was scratched above the door handle, but nothing else was major.

I walked in hearing a voice call my name. It was Danna, one of my best friends. She waved and signaled me to come over. I sat down in my seat diagonal from hers and sighed "What's up?" "Guess what!" "What!" I exaggerated over my tiredness. "I got asked to prom! He finally got up the nerve!" "I'm so happy for you, Have fun!" she smiled but it instantly turned into a frown. "I feel bad, like I'm bragging. I'm positive a guy will ask you Celia" "Its fine, I really don't want to go anyways." I shrugged rolling my eyes.

Danna rolled her eyes "You HAVE to go! Zayn will ask you for sure" Oh. Zayn...He was my other best friend whom I was extremely close to. Everyone always gossiped that he had a huge crush on me, but that never changed anything. That was their opinion, not mine. We were just friends, if Zayn liked me he had plenty times to say it and he chose not to. In some way I was glad, I would never want to ruin our friendship with some pointless relationship, Just then Zayn walked in the room. Me and Danna starred at each other awkwardly, parading the same thought. We were literally JUST talking about him. He hugged me tightly then accompanied his seat, behind me. Coincidence right? "You smell nice" He smiled. I looked back and nodded "Thanks"