Changed

~Lauren~

July 27, 2014 change my life completely.

I.

Am.

Not.

A.

Murderer.

Understand me?

I.

Am.

Not.

A.

Murderer.

So you could've imagine the shock that ran through me when the cops told me I'm the high suspect of a murderer.

I never laid a hand on anyone and they except me to kill someone?!

Motherfuckers.

I don't remember that night, it's all fuzzy to me so you should know the disappointment on the cops faces when I told them I don't remember.

I change.

Physically.

Instead of not having an ounce of ink on me, I have tattoos covering my arms to my shoulders and a couple on my legs. I somehow pierce my right eyebrow and nose.

I don't even remember how I got all of them.

All I knew is when I woke up, I had this killer hangover.

Which, I think I must've been drinking or got really drunk.

People make mistakes when they're drunk. And I'm one of them.

But to say, after looking myself over in the mirror, I look quite badass if I do say so myself.

So let me explain to you what happen that morning that change my life completely.

I was dead asleep on a park bench in LA, California, when suddenly I was woken up by someone calling my name and shaking me.

"Ms. Jauregui? Ms. Jauregui we need you to wake up. Ms. Jauregui? Ms. Jauregui?" A man voice says over again and I groan at all the noise their making.

"Shut the hell up, let me sleep." I mumble to them, snuggling closer to the warmth of my leather jacket.

"Ms. Jauregui, we need you to wake up ma'am." He says again, frustration filled his voice from my stubbornness.

"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me feel old." I snap at him but finally listen to him, sitting up. I stretch my arms out, letting out a tired yawn and blink a couple of times, blinking away the blurriness from waking up.

"Yes, sir? Can I help you?" I said, more politer then earlier, the sun finally waking me up as I took in my surroundings, where the hell did I walk into?

I don't know this part of town so what the hell did I walk into?

"Where am I?" I ask the two officers in front of me, a man about thirty or so stands in front of me while a woman who looks fairly a few years younger then him.

"Bad part of town Ms. Jauregui, how did you walk in here and not get hurt?" The woman asks me, a little concern about my well being.

"I don't know, but I think I'm okay. I just have this killer headache right now so I'll be off." I said, my head pounding but I decided to ignore it and stood up, dusting off myself and started to walk away from them but they stop me.

"I'm sorry Ms. but why don't we give you a ride home?" The female officer asks me and I gave it a little thought, better in car then walking right?