HiaThere :33 I have made short fanfictions before, but I never really tried to make a chapter one :33 ENJOY ;3
Rain loudly splattered against my window, scattering raindrops into my unusually messy and demolished room. The rain fell in quickly, soaking my dingy purple rug that I received from my grandparents last Christmas.
My dresser drawers lay in broken bits, surrounding my room, with their inside contents along with them. Worn clothes lay in balls across the floor, and draped over lamp shades, sending a odor across the room. My mirror lies in the back of my room, shattered and covered in my blood. The gray, dusty outline on my wall, traced where my mirror hung just days before, was too splattered with blood.
Scarlet red hand and foot prints are embossed into the carpet, trailing from the mirror, and to my bed. The closet's door is now at the opposite end of the room, with a deep crack running down the middle. Hangers bent and broken fill the empty closet floor, along with more wrinkly dirty clothes.
Lastly, I lay upon my bare bed. My hair is half on the floor, from my ripping it out of my head, and half bunched together from days of not brushing it. I have on white sweatpants, which brings out the blood that covers most of them. I next have on a blue, oversized sweatshirt, with the name "UNCONN" logoed on the back, and front.
My once so beautiful, blue eyes are not blood shot red, and crusted slightly open. Mucus stains my upper lip, while fresher mucus dares to trickle out of my nose. My mouth is slightly open, revealing my gnarly dinosaur breath. My yellow teeth are clenched down, biting on my tongue.
My knees are tucked into my chest, enabling my to breath properly. My pale, white arms wrap around them, clenching hard, as if I let go, I'd fall apart like a tower of cards. Lying below, is him. Eli.
His body is draped over my bed, with his head facing the ceiling.
Hi eyes are pitch black and empty, blankly staring into nothing. His black v-neck is now stained red, now looking as if he bought it like that.
His skinny jeans tightly wrap around his legs, which dangle loosely to the floor. He has his hands covering his heart, where the steak knife is jabbed in. He lies perfectly still; in the same position he was seconds before he died. Or..murdered.