The Girl Who Killed

Chapter Two

Nada didn't sleep very well. She was an almost insomniac, running on very little sleep every night. She did not like Sabine and wanted her away from her family and house. But that wasn't going to happen. For the simple rule that her mother left no one behind. Aunt Kim was the same way. 

She rolled over in her bed. It was queen size, filling quite a bit of the room, but she was happy she had it. She needed a soft bed, and a big one, or she'd roll off easily when she did occasionally sleep. It was dark in her room. She had the blinds and curtains closed because she didn't want Sabine to see her. The blonde actually scared her. 

Nada rolled onto her back, looking at her ceiling. She knew there were glow-in-the-dark stars up there, arranged in the constellation of the Pisces fish in the night sky. She couldn't see them tonight, though. She didn't like that. Everything had to be the right way, just the way she liked it, or she'd have a problem. She had been diagnosed with a slight case of OCD, but not too bad. She counted a lot- steps, spoons- and she liked her patterns- stripes, colours, polka dots- but it all had to be as she liked it. 

She thought of what Sabine had said earlier. "You're a crazy bitch, Nada!" 

Nada had never thought that calling someone a "bitch" would be a compliment. She rarely swore, and she didn't see the need to. Even at school. Even when her parents aloud her to.

She remembered how her lip had curled, but she didn't say anything, just laughed it off. Easy. Try to be easy. 

Finally, Nada sat up and turned on her lamp. 

The room was instantly lit with a bright whiteness, then it eased back to only a slight hue. She saw her blue walls, and when she looked up, she could finally see her Pisces fish. Better. Much better. She thought. 

Her room had two doors, one immediatly to the right of the other. Her closet and the entrance to her room. There was no dresser, but a nightstand and a bed. Bookshelves, too. Three of them, tall, reaching to the ceiling, stuffed with books. Shelf after shelf filled, and more being stacked sideways. What better to do than read when you have no chance of sleep at night? 

There was nothing on the walls other than her furniture against it- No posters, not splashes, no knicks in the paint. How she liked it. Perfect. 

She rolled out of bed and stretched, reaching up, then to the side. Pulling her thin shoulders back, then forward, sitting up perfectly straight. 

One, two, three, four, five. 

She rolled her shoulders and stood, walking to her door. One, two, three, four, five. 

The hall was dark. No light. I don't need to wake Aunt Kim or mom up.  

She walked into the door third on the left and opened it. Bathroom. She clicked on the light and looked in the mirror. You look tired. You'll sleep in the car tomorrow. 

Nada washed her face and looked in the mirror. Her green eyes glowed back at her over her reflection. Her skin was a lot darker than usual, which made her eyes pop even more, and her hair added to a beauty that was extremely obvious, even to her. Though, she never flaunted it. Why flaunt anything? Jealousy wasn't something she wanted from other girls. Friendship, because friendship was beautiful. 

She dried her face on the hand towel on the ring next to the sink, taking in her surroundings. A new habit of her's. 

Gray walls. White tub on the left wall, sink and counter on the right. Toilet immediately to the left of it. 

She was alone. That much was all she needed. No Sabine, no chance of injury. 

She tip-toed back to her room and gently closed the door, clicking off her light and staring into the darkness yet again.