My Blue Masquerade

The Voice

Chapter 1 - The Voice.

(Photo to the right is of Kate Preston.)

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Kate ,kill him.

I heard an unknown voice calling out as the guy in the black tux tried to attack me. His face was covered by a mask. The voice was promising enough for me to take the rod kept beside the janitor's room and hit him hard . Relief swept through my whole body .  My eyes closed instantly refraining myself from looking at the corpse in front of me.

Walk away and go home.

The voice demanded as I opened an eye to see how much damage had I caused. I stood there in horror, gaping as my feet obeyed to the demand .

I ran towards my car in the parking lot . My hands shook as I fidgeted with keys to open the car door. I sat in the driver's seat and started the ignition. 

I drove away. The only thing that I could feel now, was the loud thumping of my heart.

I ran out of the car into the house, into my room directly without any glance on my mother who was sitting on the couch quite distracted by my action. I closed the door trying hard not to remember anything that happened today - Not the voices neither the attacker nor my killing him.

"Kate, honey are you okay?" my mom said rushing towards me after watching me running in a run-for-your-life situation towards my room.

"Yeah, mom I'm fine" I said turning away from her questionable eyes.

" You seem a bit disturbed. Is there anything you need to talk about or-" she said in an emphazing tone. 

"I'm fine mom. I just need some space." i replied in the same tone.

I didn't want to freak her out , telling her that I had accidently killed a man over a voice I believed in.

She left the room. 

I tried sleeping but I just couldn't. Sleep wasn't gonna come so easily. Not after what i had done. My heart's loud beating sound made sleeping all the more difficult. Different scenarios kept playing in my head. I practically jumped at every noise. I took my ipod out of the drawer and played a soft song lulling me into sleep by my favorite band. I fell asleep after listening the same track again and again.

Horrific dreams invaded my mind. I dreamt about the police investigators who were banging on the front door to arrest me. I woke up with a jolt to see it was early morning. The alarm clock read 4.30AM.  I couldn't sleep anymore.

Maybe, I should go out for a walk.

I looked out of my window. It was pitch dark outside. I changed into a black sweatshirt and track pants. 

I tip-toed towards door hoping my parents would'nt wake up asking me a million questions about yesterday and victoriously went down the street.

As I jogged, I noticed that my neighbour's lights were on. As I jogged further, I saw many pale faces glued to their TV sets from the windows of their houses.

That's wierd.

Usually at this time the whole town is in deep sleep but today there was definately something going on and I needed to know what.

 Had someone found the body?

Did someone witness the murder?

Are they finding the killer ?

Me.

I jogged back towards my house as fast as I could and saw my parents awake and alert. The TV was ON, it flashed a familiar building. I realised it was my school. So, this is why the whole town was awake.

Shit.

"Kate dear did you know about the murder in your school?" my mom asked worried. 

"M-Murder?" I stammered looking at them frozen to my place. 

"Honey I'm sorry about your friend James, he died yesterday..." my mom said in an apologetic tone. The phone rang diverting her attention from me, as she walked to receive it. She said something to the person on other end. I tuned out not wanting to hear anything.

"The investigators had called.They want to ask you questions about the boy." my mother said. "They have called you today for questioning" she added.

"Did they mention anything about the m-murderer?" I stammered curiously.  

"No " my mom replied quickly. 

"I hope they catch the murderer soon. He created quite a scare in town " my mom said looking at my dad.

I hope they don't.

I thought as I walked towards the stairs leading to my room.