London was absolutely incredible. You've expected it to be pretty, but even in the rain you enjoyed the view every street corner. As a girl from a village in the middle of nowhere, London was the first big city you've ever been to. You were fascinated a city could be so alive and bruising. Right from the start you knew your time here was going to be amazing.
Your name was (f/n) (l/n), musician and dreamer by heart and however you were too humble to say so, one of the best in England. That's why you've been invited to come and live in London. They wanted you leading an orchestra, making all your dreams come true. Your friend who was also invited for the orchestra, Olivia Pradesh, came along with you. Right now she was unpacking in your new apartment, but you couldn't contain your excitement and went straight into the city. It was raining, but obviously your didn't care. Your new hometown was way too exiting.
The pocket in your skinny jeans started buzzing, and Undisclosed Desires by Muse came out of the device's speaker. You squeezed it out of in between the wet jean fabric, and slid the screen to answer your caller.
"(f/n), you've got to see this. This house is flipping amazing! What are you out in the rain for, anyway? What's the fun in getting soaked? Get your ass over here! " The loud voice you already recognised after the first syllable. It was Olivia.
"Alright, your majesty." You laughed. "I'll get a cab, be right there." You placed somewhat of your (h/c) hair over your ear with your bare hand, to protect it from the rain.
"You better!" Your friend spoke before hanging up. You smiled at the phone and turned your phone off, before running and shouting to a random taxi presuming that was the way to get one.
The cab ride was very silent. Besides the slightly muted city noises there was nothing to hear, and the cabdriver wasn't exactly a social person. It gave you the opportunity to get to realisation once more. You were actually in London, having a job in a massive orchestra, and living in one hell of a house with your best friend. You considered yourself so very lucky, it made you feel a bit guilty.
But finally, there you were. Finally at your own place. After you had payed him, the cab drove off, leaving you standing in front of the door. The house was Victorian-like built, almost Parisian. It was white, with a balcony in front almost of every window up until the loft. You didn't really know how long you stood there admiring your house. It could've been minutes, hours, or just a couple of seconds. Who knew? Who cared?
You should've. Never have you felt any guilt like this. You hated yourself for leaving your friend alone. Because the last thing you've ever seen of your friend, was her cold dead body lying on the wooden floor. You needed a few seconds, no, lifetimes to realise what you were seeing. The bloodstains on the white emptied floor and moving boxes marked themselves into your eyes like a stabbing dagger.
There was no emotion on your face, if extreme paleness didn't count. You just stood there. Blankly. As dead as your best friend was.