Chapter: 7

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​​~Riley~

​​ I wake up a few days later feeling very energetic and ready for today, I hadn’t excepted to see his face on the news. As I flip through the shows streaming, I see him in handcuffs leaving below the headlines states : The Young Cameron Walser Has Been Arrested With The Attempt To Run Away From The Two Murders He Performed.  I just stare awe struck, ‘Did he actually do it’? I think aloud to myself. I mean it’s possible but then again he didn’t seem like the killing type. No not my neighbor. 

​​ I shutter at the thought of him going to jail, I mean what about his sister wasn’t she their with him? She was a witness wasn’t she? I had so many questions that I began to get a headache. I couldn’t believe it, I thought at first I was seeing his face everywhere because I was in love, (Who did I just say that) (Clearly I did ) with my neighbor and I didn’t believe he could kill.

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​​ I mean c’mon, it’s weird how I first had met him and then ended up here, and now his mom is gone and his father. So he basically a foster child. ‘Maybe he isn’t going to jail’ I think aloud again. Unless they hold a trial and he admits to killing his and his sisters parents.

​​ Then would I actually believe, my neighbor (lover) had killed his very own parent’s.

​​ The news trucks stay stuck to the concrete outside his house walking through their house and the camera man pointing the camera at everything in my neighbors house. The dead body still lying on the  carpet makes my heart jump (literary). My lungs began to expand and de-expand my breathing getting harder. 

​​ My monitors began beeping loud and soon louder than normal, my blood boiling with rage, and the heat flustering my face up. My whole face was red now, I wasn’t about to let these news and journalist accuse her (lover) of such. She fluster and all clung to her bed sheets “what can I do anyway”I say aloud to myself ( actually) Nurses come in seeing my alarm blare because all my monitors were going off, making dinging sounds and siren sounds. My heart beat was speeding up faster and my pulse was going quicker. 

​​ I started having flashes and then I faint without a doubt, everything goes back in my eyes, I’m in no sort of way to confront the news I can’t even go outside without passing out or having a seizure. I don’t know how I manage to tell the press that he’s  innocent when I can’t live my life beyond the hospital and home. 

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