Silently Screaming

Chapter One

Man Found Dead In Hotel Room Under Mysterious Circumstances
On May 29th, 2016, Alexander Durst was found dead in his hotel room at the Marble Inn by 'Blah blah blah.... Decapitated... Eyes missing? Gross...... No signs of struggle.... No blood.... Weird.'
Jane scanned the article loosely, only half-concentrating on the details while the other half tried to not miss her mouth with her spoon. She had zero sympathy for this dead guy she never met or even heard of, and why should she? It's not like it was her Father, or Grandpa...
Jane cringed at remembering her deceased Grandfather again. Her best memories were with her Grandparents, and thinking of Grandma all alone in her retirement home with tubes up her nose was painful.
'No, no." She thought. 'I'm not gonna cry this morning. I'm okay. Just gonna read.' She went back to staring at the wrong article.
Jane always "read" the newspaper like this. She had only taken the subscription out to seem like an adult, but the only thing she would pay any real attention to were the comics at the back.
Finishing her oatmeal (loaded with sugar) and putting the dishes in the sink, Jane threw the newspaper on to her stack of bills and went back into her bedroom to search for an outfit.
Having only a halftime job was acceptable when she was still in college, with classes as an excuse, but now that she had graduated Jane found herself with more time and less money.
She was still living in her first apartment, which hasn't been cleaned since she moved in, and she was still wearing the same clothes she wore in high school, because who needed to buy new clothes when she hadn't grown?
As you can probably tell, Jane was not good at being an adult. She knew this, of course, but she never liked thinking about it. That would put her on a spiral of bad thoughts, questions about her existence, that sort of thing. These fits of sadness would often manifest themselves into a sort of cloud that surrounded her for short-lived eternities, a cloud that ate at her psyche  and reminded her of its existence any time she started to smile or laugh. She had to ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, because otherwise she would drown in it.
Jane took a breath. It was okay. She was okay.

Yooo quick authors note:
I don't really know where I'm going with this story, nor do I know if I'll ever finish it. It probably won't be very long, but I figure I should try to make it long enough to see the effort I plan to put in. If I get to a point where I think the story is broken beyond repair, I'll scrap it. But hey, I'm trying, the story will pick up within the next few chapters,  so keep reading if you like it, I'd love for some advice, but also don't get your hopes up for something amazing, as I don't know what this is. But I promise to make it spooky!!!