Sitting. Staring. Sitting. Staring. More sitting. More staring. That's been the past week. Ever since the incident, I have given up on trying to argue. I followed what my parents said and got meds. The world just seems blurry, like I can't process what's happening around me. I haven't gone to school in a week (thank god), but my parents said I have to go back soon thought, which sucks. Without my only friend, I don't know how I'll get through the day.
The police said that it was a first-degree murder, yet they still haven't caught the guy who killed her. He didn't leave one clue on how he got to her house. Her parents don't even know anything. All they saw was her dead mangled body.
Her mom was going outside to see if she was close to home, because it was around 10 minutes after she usually got home. But to her surprise, she already was home. Well, sorta.
Anyway, I've just been kinda tired lately. The medicine I've been put on makes the world seem slow, kinda like how you stand up after sitting down for too long and everything kinda goes blurry. Sometimes, Iwant everything to just stop.
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
