When we arrived at our New Jersey apartment I became light headed. My mother just died, my boyfriend left me, and I was moving to New Jersey. It was a lot to take in. I was overwhelmed and exhausted. I needed sleep.
The apartment was simple and sweet. My mother would of loved the curtains. They where covered in artificial jewels and sewed in shells. I looked around the front room. The walls where light blue and the carpet was a very light brown sort of like a sand color. The ceiling was also painted light blue but a different shade. Lighter than the walls. Like the sky. I soon realized that the room was ocean themed. I didn't like that. I had and horrible drowning accident when I was five. Mikayla liked the sea though; she grew up in Corpus. Her childhood home was actually on the beach.
I laid my bag on my bed and started to unpack. Mikayla walked up to me and hugged me. I felt a warm sensation rise up from my knees and on to my chest. Her hugs where always warm an welcoming.
We had met at school in 6th
grade. She had dropped her phone on the floor while going to her math class. After it had fallen a girl had came over and kicked it. It slid over to me. I picked it up and handed it to her. She snatched it away and gave me a rude look. I didn't take offense because I knew she was upset. The screen was cracked and one button had popped out of its little square socket. I felt bad and decided to follow her into her math class. Before she stepped inside the class room she turned around and hugged me. The same feeling coursed through my body. Warmth. That hug was the beginning of our friendship.
After she finished hugging me she pulled me over to the kitchen. She was acting strange. She had an excited look on her face like she had just won the lottery. I wish she would won the lottery. There in the kitchen was a small silver tv. The screen was covered in static. I could barely see the faint letter spelling Charles Lee Ray DEAD!
He had died last night in a toy store. He was the lakeshore strangler.
He had killed dozens of people. I never knew this but I did know he was violent. He had slapped me on my 21 birthday because I fell onto a mans lap. I was drunk and dizzy so it was not intentional but Charles did not believe that. There were other time when Charles had hit me but I never would of thought he would kill anyone...
I was heartbroken......
I grabbed a vase from the brown marble counter and smashed it into the tv. The shards of glass flew around the room. Mikayla ran and hid behind the couch screaming at me. "Stop!!! Charles was bad!!!" I swung the vase around in a circular motion and threw it . I didn't know we're the vase would fly because I was dizzy. I honestly did not care we're it would fly. I was so angry and confused if it crashed into Mikayla's head ad killed her I don't think I would of cared. I heard the vase smash into the wall barley missing her head. She inched her way towards me not saying anything just looking at me frightened. She began to cry ,her eyes shimmered in the spotlight of the kitchen fan. Mikayla was afraid of me.
