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Chapter 5: Murder Monday

It was finally Monday morning.

And it was a very, very, very bad Monday morning.

I didn't sleep at all last night. I was up tossing and turning, not able to get comfortable enough to drift into a peaceful slumber. But who could when someone named Denise was sleeping in the room down the hall from you.

Denise.

Her name tasted like venom on my lips when said, and the thought of her name poisons my brain. She seems vile and inhuman.

Even though I only met her for 10 minutes.

I can still sense the evil.

I decided to finally get up and get dressed. As much as I'd like to stay in bed and die, school was still a thing. I opened up my closet and immediately went for a plain solid black t-shirt. I bent down to the shelf that had my pants somewhat-neatly-folded, and pulled out a pair of black leggings. I got my black socks on my tiny feet and got up. I was too lazy to even attempt to look presentable, so I decided to put my hair in a messy bun and put a black bandana.

Today was a day for mourning. It was only appropriate I wore all black. This day marked the loss of my nice life with just me and Dave.

Dave.

I was going to murder him.

I lifted up my backpack which felt like it contained one hundred bricks and slumped it over my right shoulder. I looked in the mirror.

Oh dear God.

If this is what people see every day when I walk by them...

I'm surprised nobody has gouged out their eyes yet.

I'm surprised my mirror has yet to crack or shatter.

Oh well.

I exited my room looking like I had just crawled out of my grave, ready to seek revenge on the living. I went down the stairs slowly, feeling the weight of my body with each step. I reached the bottom of the staircase to see my dad at the counter. He must have heard me coming down the stairs because he whipped his head over to me immediately.

"Zo. Let's talk about this." He said calmly, approaching me as if I was some wild animal that he was attempting to tame.

I was wild alright. But I refuse to be tamed.

From behind him, a young woman with a slim physic and gorgeous, blond, wavy hair stepped into the kitchen from the living room. She was wearing one of my dad's shirts like it was natural or something. Like she's done this before.

Why did my mind have to go there?

She looked at me with her brown eyes and gave me a sideways smile, looking a bit awkward. She was probably as uncomfrotable as I was.

But I didn't care.

"I don't want to talk. I need to go to school." I said roughly, turning my back on my father and walking towards the door to put my sneakers on (I dare you to guess what colour they are).

"Yes, we will. If it means we talk after school, that's fine. But honey we need to -"

I dropped my schoolbag and forcefully turned towards my father with my teeth bared. "You can force me to do a lot, but this! No. I'm not talking about this! I'm so disgusted and hurt that you kept this from me that I don't even want to look at you!" I could feel my nose crinkle and my breath quicken in the result of my anger.