Haunted

Chapter 2

"How dare you?!" My mother bursted out. "She probably lied about what happened and planned his murder all along!" Mrs. Jordan said, like she wanted to strangle me. "I-I didn't d-do..." I couldn't finish my sentence because Mrs. Jordan interrupted me. "How aren't you in jail?!"

I could see the anger in her eyes, so I didn't want to make it worse. I decided to let it go and stay strong, but she was right. I start crying as I ran away. My mother's desperate shouting was the only thing I could hear. It was my fault, I didn't murder him in cold blood. How and why I murdered him is too early to reveal.

When I got home I sat in a chair and stared at a glass of water. It is one of those typical glasses schools got in their cafeteria. I stared at the middle until I noticed traces of red. The redness spread until there was only red water. I put my finger in it and felt its thickness. A thickness that I've felt before, It was blood.

I fell onto the floor out of fear. I gasped for air, I was panicking. The glass then fell onto the table, with the spilled blood all over me. Suddenly a bloody piece of glass appeared in my hand, and I knew that I was having a flashback from the night of the murder. It was all blurry and I was super dizzy. My blonde hair was super messy and I was only in my pink, lace underwear.

Eric was lying there with his pants buckled up. A hole with the size of the piece of glass was on his neck. My makeup was everywhere and so was the blood. I woke up screaming and then a guy bursted in. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, with the whitest teeth I've ever seen. His hair was dark and so were his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked with a look of concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine." I lied and he noticed so and looked at me weirdly. I looked back at him with an even weirder stare. I then looked at the glass and it was just water in it. "You don't have to explain if you don't want to" I remained silent with a straight face. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." I said with a look of innocence in my eyes. "So you do know how to speak?" He said sarcastically with a smirk. "I probably wouldn't believe it because I believe in logic, proof." He then added.

The door opened once again but this time it was my mother walking in. "Honey, are you okay? Don't listen to those people!" My mother said without noticing the guy. It wasn't that weird because he was gone. Was he a part of the hallucinations? He probably got sick of my psychological issues. I'm not really mentally ill except for my depression, anxiety and trauma. I'm not crazy or a dangerous psychopath, but it won't surprise me if he thinks so. I walked straight to my room and locked the door. I laid down on my bed for a couple of hours. I soon heard my mom shout something.  "I'm heading downtown, dinner is in the fridge!" I ignored her words and took a nap.

I was woken up by a whispering voice, whispering my name. "Ali? Ali?" The voice said with the voice of Eric. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me since it's his three year anniversary. It continued whispering, if it was just my mind or the wind, shouldn't it have been gone by now. I jumped out of my bed out of fear. I was convinced that it was some spooky shit going on. I listened carefully. I couldn't hear anything else than the wind. I took deep breaths like my therapist suggested. The window suddenly shut behind me, but I was too scared to react. "Downstairs!" The voice whispered. That's when I knew it was all real. Something suddenly opened the door.

I could see the stairs looking incredibly long. I slowly took a step down the stairs. The noice from the staircase was so intense that I flinched. I kept walking, slowly. As I reached the first floor I was completely blinded by the dark. I saw movements in the corner of my eye, so I turned around to look. I focused very hard to see if I could find the movement location. Before I was able to do anything else, I was grabbed from behind.