Kylie Burklin's Killer [1st Draft: UNEDITED]

3,Property Of Kylie Burklin.

Never, I thought. But I was wrong.
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The room was warm, maybe even abit hot. I was way too high to even notice if I'm being honest with you. I looked over to my right and saw my bestfriend, Ryder letting out a thick cloud of smoke from both her nostrils. We don't usually do weed but when we do, we make it count.

"Are you high?", Ryder chuckles

"Nah. I'm just sooo groovey", I respond. I'm very high

We stared at each other for a good twenty minutes then laughed to the point of tears.

My mom had left home early yesterday and didn't show up this morning. I assumed she ended up sleeping over at whatever stranger she had slept with last night's house. No judgement there though.

It was a crispy Friday evening, the sun was setting much slower than usual. Tomorrow night was supposed to be me and Trip's first time but, you already know what happened with that situation. Ryder said she'd sleepover at my house for the night to ease me into going to stay with my dad tomorrow. Also, she always has weed and well, I like weed.

"I wonder where the sun goes when it's night time", I commented

"Duh, it goes home"

"But how does it know where it lives?"

Ryder and I look at each other. "Woah", we both laugh.

"I need to go take a piss", Ryder stated freely while putting her perfectly rolled blunt down on my dresser and then walking out to go to the bathroom.

I took in another puff of the blunt and layed my head on the bedroom carpet. Taking in two deep breaths, I got into that place. You know it right? That little place in your head, the one where that voice lives. The little voice that you think with, the one you hear when you're reading. Yeah, that place.

I don't blame people for taking drugs. I don't blame them for getting addicted either. Drugs can be like the gentlest kiss from a cloud. I mean, usually the climax lasts about 5 seconds before the actual high. The climax is my favourite because for that 5 seconds, you go completely numb. You hear nothing, feel nothing, think nothing.

For that 5 seconds, there's this untradeable sence of utter tranquillity.

I think that's why people abuse. They probably just want to feel those 5 seconds over and over and over again. They'd probably give anything for those 5 seconds.

I love those 5 seconds too.

I turned my head aimlessly and was face to face with Kylie's Diary. I sat up hurriedly and stared at it for a moment. I could picture Kylie sitting on her bed, listening to her daily dose of Lana Del Rey in her air pods and writing away in that thing. She never let ANYONE see it. Not even me.

Of course my curiosity took over and led me to pick it up. I stood up, wobbling towards the bound set of pages laying far under Kylie's bed. I stretched my hand out to the book and pulled it out.

I stared at the diary and traced my thumb along the spine of the cold and dusty book. Tears started to swell up my eyes as memories of Kylie swam all through my mind. I still can't believe she's....gone.