Hey. Sorry it took so long to update. It's been a busy week at school. Cheerleading tryouts AND auditions for school musical (sussical the musical!) we're both this week. Anyway, I don't own emotion or Alexi.
The police said he did it because she broke up with him.
The counselor said it was temporary mental insanity cause by rejection.
The kids at school said it was because she was a cheating skank.
All I know is my best friend is dead.
I was at the police station for 6 hours being interrogated by police. It was all way too much. What was Sandi like that day? Did she seem nervous or strange? Do I feel comfortable testifying in court against a boy I've known since 4th grade? Jesus Christ I'm barely 18!
They left me alone in the dark depressing interrogation room. A single bare light bulb flickered as it swayed back and forth. Almost hypnotizing to watch. Swaying along with my beating heart telling me one thing. Sandi is dead, Sandi is dead, Sandi is dead. Sandi is dead and you are in this depressing shit hole excuse for a room being interrogated about the death of you 17-year-old best friend who was stabbed in the stomach with her own nail scissors from her purse by her boyfriend of 2 months whom she had broken up with that morning. Sandi is uptown at the morgue in a little shelf while she waits for her mother to come and IDENTIFY HER DEAD DAUGHTER'S ROTTING COURPSE! She will later be sent to the local funeral home, Fishner and Sons, where they will drain all the remaining blood in her body (the blood that wasn't on the floor of the girls bathroom) and replace it with embalming fluid so her body doesn't deteriorate while they make her look all nice and pretty for her viewing. Like nothing ever happened. Like erasing her past. Her time has come, they'll say. Time heals all wounds. Bullshit. Time doesn't ever help. They pain will always be there.
I have to get away, I think suddenly. I can follow my plan. Get the money and leave. I'm a legal adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And right now all I want to do is leave this shitty little life and never return. Just start running and never look back.
And that's what I did. My mind raced as I ran towards my home.
Money…bank account…under the bed…bus tokens…$2.50 per person…suitcase in my closet…new life.