Murder Behind the Glass

                                                                           By Alexis Stricklin

He was banging, yelling, but no one was there to hear or save him and the blood flew and stuck on the window. I was reading a Edgar Allan Poe book while listening to music sitting on my bed and the light of my lamp was brightly showing all the words to my book. My mother and father had just gone to bed. I am the night howl of my home, but this night I wish I wasn't. I live across the street from my boyfriend Jason. I always stay up to see him through his window. We always write large notes to each other and text each other, but tonight his parents had to go out on a dinner meeting with their boss and wife. They work in a big architectural site and they are the leading excavators. Well I was looking out my window hopefully Jason was looking and I was waving my hands and everything, but I could see was sitting on his bed and he had headphones in and when he usually has his head buds in, his music would be sky high.

So I sat back down on my bed and texted him. "Hey look out you window goof", I had texted him. I waited a minute to see if he would reply, but nothing happen. I thought to myself, "is he mad at me". So I got back up from my bed back toward the window. I tried to see if he was still in the same place he was, but he wasn't there and I was looking around to all the windows in his house but no sign, until I looked down toward the doorway of his house. A big bright red door the stands out of all the house and it was open, wide. I am there staring at the open door of his house wondering if it was him leaving it open or, something else. I took my phone and and rapidly texted him and sad "babe, where the hell are you, your door is open". And I looked back up to see if he was there and I saw him at his window waving at me, with a sign that says "Hey Babe". I tried very hard to make hand signals to point toward his opened door, but it was no use, he thought I was making sexual gestures. He started to make another sign then all of the sudden I look at the other window that was across his room that led to the hallway. I saw a dark figure flash into Jason's bedroom, speadly looking toward Jason's window and saw him looking toward a man I a black suit. I could see the white of his face and the shivering in his body.

I could see the man in black go toward Jason with a knife longer than my forearm facing Jason's stomach. I could see Jason scurrying around searching for something to use on him, but nothing was found. Then the man jumped at Jason as fast as he can and struck him in the side of his neck with the knife. I saw Jason fall to the ground and following the man and black on top of him. I couldn't see anything but the arm of the man flying up and down rapidly. I could hear him, my boyfriend banging on the floor, the man in black yelling. I could hear it all, but no one was there. I couldn't move, my tear flowing down my face like a waterfall and my phone in my hand, but I didn't move an inch, it was like I wanted to watch. The blood was flying everywhere, covering the window with red and blackish blood and the room was also red because the blood was covering the light. I couldn't breath and I couldn't think, my mind was gone, then I saw the man stand up from the blood cover glass and leave out of Jason's room as fast as he could, and he ran out of the house slamming the door behind him. I was still standing there staring into Jason's window.

I didn't do anything just watched as a teenage boy died and didn't even get a whole life in dead on the blood soaking floor. I slowly started to crouch down and I huddled down and laid in the floor in a fetal position. The phone dropping out of my hand and every blind and every sound, the image would flare out of my head destroying every worsall of my mind. I laid there for 5 minutes until I jump up and ran into my parents room with tears flying from my face. I looked into Jason's parents eyes when they came and saw their child on the floor, blood everywhere slung like paint. I saw his mom drop to the floor with blood covering her knees. The cop ask me, "Did you see anything, did you see who the murderer was?" I looked at him and said, "No."

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