Hidden Truths

Murderer

I keep hearing the voices in my head. I'm a murderer. A killer. My hands were over my ears trying to block out the sounds.
"Hey!" Red said coming over to me.
He sat down and handed me my coffee. It was freezing outside but a cup of scolding coffee will always get the job done. We were sitting outside of Starbucks and it was busier than ever. Since it was Christmas break, Red and I decided to have lots of coffee dates. It feels like just yesterday that I was in the hospital talking to Red. But I've been a killer for almost a year. Why haven't I been arrested?
"Red...never mind." I said with a weak smile.
"Ok." He said with a confused look.
I sipped my coffee and flipped through the book that Red gave me 'Defeating Possessive Demons'. I had many different highlighted spots and notes squeezed in every gap. I read the pages over and over again trying to convince myself that I did the right thing but no matter what the situation was, I didn't. You're a killer! You killed him! Murderer, that's what you are now, a murderer!
"I gotta go." I said standing up abruptly.
"What? Why?" He asked rising off his chair to be at eye level with me.
"I um...need to take care of something." I said trying to go.
Not only are you a killer, you're a liar now too?
"Look I have to go thanks for the coffee but I uh have to go like now." I said already walking away.
"Alex." He pleaded.
"There's something that I need to take care of." I said, my walk turning into a run.
I looked back and saw him lower his head. I felt so bad but I had to keep going. I had to find some reason why I should've killed him. I'm basically looking for an excuse. The cops closed the case months ago and concluded that it was really an accident. They kept saying that but they never were sure of it. I walked up my porch but slipped on a piece of ice. My face (more like my nose) hit the frozen wood and I slowly lifted off the ground. I saw a pool of blood increasing in size as drops of blood came from my nose.
"Dammit!" I said.
I walked in and saw my mom sitting on the couch and she was passed out (of course). I flopped in the couch next to her and held her hand. As I reached for the remote and caught the eye of my scars. Not just from when I was tortured but cuts running up and down my wrists. I yanked the sleeves of Red's sweatshirt down and turned on the tv. When I did, all I saw was black and white static. I got flashbacks of the hospital, the fire, the bathroom, and my dad. I turned the tv off but it already woke my mom up. It tried to sneak away but she caught my arm.
"Get me a beer would ya'?" She said sounding dead.
"Yes ma'am" I said weakly and walked into the kitchen.
I know this was a short chapter but people have been begging for a sequel so here's a sneak peek. I may continue this book depending on comments and/or votes. Thx and happy reading😊❤️❤️