I killed my mate [in process, please be patient]

Ticking clock

Charles M. Schulz once said “never lie in bed at night asking yourself questions you can't answer.”

Tough luck, I have been doing that for the last two hours; and now I understand what he was trying to say, not to never lie bed and ask yourself questions, but to not lie in bed alone while doing that.

/Flashback/

I climb on the bike, used to the soft leather feeling of the seat when it made contact with my skin. I strap on his helmet, and head home as fast as possible. My mind starts to wonder, though, why is he here? And why is he been so nice?

As my mind drifts off a little, I lose control of the bike almost bumping into the car in front. I pressed the brake as hard as I could and the bike tilted up a little until it came back down. That was close, I thought.

What the hell Angelina, are you trying to get us killed? Says Karma

No, I think, not yet

I could imagine Karma mentally scolding at me, but not her as in a shape but her as in a memory. Now that I get to think about that, I’ve never once before wonder how does she look like, since she is in me, are we alike?

That does not mean we are alike, dumbass, says Karma

Don’t disrupt my thoughts, I say physically pouting

She chuckles, you are pretty oblivious to some things you know that, right? I nodded, I don’t have a shape, well technically not yet

I frown, what do you mean not yet?

Just get to house already; damn you are a stubborn woman. Don’t you hear all the others cars beeping their horns at you?

 

I turn off the voice of Karma and turn on the outside noise, and she was definitely right. I was so focused on our conversation I drowned any other noise at the back of my mind, and there were some pretty pissed of men saying some pretty nasty things. Sighing, I speed off again, this time not stopping until I arrived home.

Once I got there, all the lights were on, and that was a little out of my liking. I walked in through the back door and as cautiously as possible. In times like these, I was really thankful to my hours of daily training, because no one could hear my feather like steps. I turned the hall into the main entrance near Melissa’s office and I could hear hushed voices talking.

Is this becoming a habit or what? I hate spying on people, I think. 

Then don’t, Karma snaps.

“Why isn’t she here Alec?” says Melissa, “she rides twice as fast as the average person, she should’ve been here by now”

Alec sighs frustrated, “for the third time Mel,” he pauses, “I don’t know”

“But what if they …”

“They won’t do anything to her,” he pauses, “no harm will be inflicted on her, I’ll make sure of it”

Not being able to stop it anymore, I walk inside Mel’s office

“You’ll make sure of what?” I ask as soon as I step in