Light in the Attic

Bad News for Tamara

Tamara woke up the next morning. She turned on the pink TV with the pink remote.

Ugh. She thought. She definitley hated pink now. She switched to the news. She liked to hear the weather to know how she was going to dress today. She stood up and went to her closet. Tamara got out a jean mini skirt, a red tank top and her red high hells. She was about to put on her skirt when she heard the name Xavier Sebastian Rene Hill, coming from the TV. Tamara turned around to face the television and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Last night a boy named Xavier Sebastian Rene Hill died in a horrible mass murder." The male reporter said to the camara. He was blond and was wearing a crisp blue suit.

"Such horrible images came to us this morning. What a horrible death." The female reporter looked disgusted. She was a blond with blue eyes, and was wearing a pink suit. How Tamara hated pink. "Going over to you Patrick for more information on the death." The TV went to a man in jeans and a regular shirt.

"Yes, thanks Pam. Today we heard a report of a mom waking up finding his son dead." He said gravely. "Says he was in his bed, and his sheets were soaked in blood, and his pillows were stuffed with his intestines." Tamara couldn't hear anymore. She finished getting dressed, and instead of putting on her heels, she put on her running shoes. She ran out of the room and slammed the door behind her. She ran on the stairs also. Once she was on the first floor, she ran into the kitchen.

"Oh, hon, we made waffles for breakfast, do you want some?" her aunt asked. But Tamara ignored her and ran, ran all the way to her ex-boyfriend's house.

"Mrs. Hill!" Tamara screamed. Mrs. Hill turned and looked at her. And started to cry. She launched herself into Tamara's arms and sobbed on her shoulder. Tamara hugged her back.

"Don't cry Mrs. Hill. He will be-" Tamra couldn't keep going. She choked on her own words. And she broke down.

"We are so sorry for your loss Mrs. Hill." The reporter said. "But right now I have to go and check on the other death."

He made all of the people pack up and leave.

"WAIT!" Tamara had broken the imbrace on Mrs. Hill. "What did you just say?" Tamara whispered.

"At the one house close to here. A woman called the cops that her daughter had horrifically gotten killed last night. Also like this death." He explained.

"Where? She was kind of my friend." Tamara started to tear up again. She hated that girl for being with her boyfriend.

"Three blocks down the road, and to the left, and its a house that will have a lot of people gathered around." He tried explaining as much as he could.

"Thanks," she said and sprinted down to the house. Like he said, there were a bunch of people gathered around.

"-said she found a little japanese doll in her daughters room. It was all bloody and looked horrible." And the woman reporter held up the white doll with long black hair.