Psychotic Ramblings

Chapter 1

Ava >>>>>

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Wrong party. Wrong time. Wrong place. I wake up at 4 am in the morning, in the same clothes, and not in my bed, hearing police sirens, and explosions, and now I’m being handcuffed into a car, with the other drunken girls Ava and I were with. I know this isn’t good

“Ava, what happened “I said nudging her with my elbow. These cuffs hurt, I thought.

“She’s dead…. Claire, and were suspects” Ava said sobbing really loud.

The color drained from my face

My blood ran cold.

Get.

Out.

“Ava, what happened? “ I said with more force in my voice then I intended. Ava flinched.

“I-I don’t know, we were all drunk, and, I-I… I-don’t know” she said helplessly.

I would argue if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, but my morning self said didn’t give another 15 years in prison for no reason.

“You don’t know Ava, you don’t know! I swear on every beer and liquor bottle yesterday that if you don’t tell me what in heaven’s name happened yesterday, or come with a darn good excuse to why I’m headed to a police precinct, I’ll, I’ll….” I said and stopped.

“You’ll what! Hurt me! I’d like to see you try! Claire, never liked us! Why do I care if she’s murdered! It’s a party, she might’ve drunk too much or got her drink mixed in something! And I know you think this my fault! For what exactly! There were five other girls with us, so that makes seven of us suspects.”

“ Ava…” I said slowly, swallowing a big lump the size of an orange down my throat.

“What?” she said softening her tone.

I thought about telling her what I saw before I went night-night in someone else’s room, but there was a camera recording us and every word we were saying. So I went with this, hoping she’ll give me some information.

“Before I passed out… I remembered something. You and Claire were arguing… about Mike, and… then I fell, but not before seeing all of you guys fighting and yelling and throwing fist… but I saw blood. And nothing was in Claire’s drink, the cops saw blood, I’m sure.

Ava turned paper white.

Her hands shook violently.

Her teeth chattered, and her lips drained of all the red lipstick she wore yesterday.

Then she started crying. Big, heavy, teardrops rolled down her cheek, making it look like it was weighing her down.

“Ava…speak to me, what happened?”

“It-it starts when—”

But before she could finish, a cop swung open the door, got inside and sped away, stepping on the gas, and blaring his siren above the car. What a deafening sound, I wonder why I never noticed? I thought. Oh, wait, I know, why. I’ve never been arrested before!

I sit back as far as I can with handcuffs, and watch as cars go by, tears slowly pooling in my eyes.

In my head, I make a pact.

No matter what happens, I will stick to Ava’s side. I will never, as in ever, drink under the influence of someone else.

I sniff, and the officer in the front gives me a look. For some reason, he looks all too familiar. He looks away quickly, but not before I see sadness, guilt, and a mix of something, it looks like… regret?

When we get to the precinct, both Ava, and I, and the other five girls get out the car, with messy hair, at least five to six inch heels, and red rimmed eyes. But when I look at our clothes, I see what we’ve all been wearing since yesterday. Then I pictured us in orange garb. I shuddered.

I need to get this over with.

We.

Anonymous

I watched them as they entered the cops car. Hmmmm. They needed a more punishement

for killing Claire. Not just blackmail.... I want them dead. Whichever one did it, I promise them nothing less, than...death

 

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