It Started With A Death (part 8)

My stomach is launched into my ribs. I inhale a quick breath. Opening my eyes, I find an average sized, disheveled room. I look around and notice something that should have caught my attention first. Blood. All over the walls. All over the frowzled bed. All over. Then I see her. Well, I see it. The body of a young women. She is naked and covered in blood. She is bruised. She is contorted. She was terrified...1

I snap back to reality. The feeling of nausea is added to my tingeling limbs, aching belly button, spinning head, and foul taste in my mouth. The ancient computer is buzzing in front of me. I look around to see if anyone noticed. 2

I don't know what I look like when I "leave". It usually doesn't happen until I'm relatively alone. Nobody knows about me so I couldn't ask anyone, "Hey would you sit and stare at me until my mind leaves to show me some hopeless soul and where I can kill the mother fucker who made it that way?" I don't think that would get me many friends. Not that I have any to begin with. 3

I pick up my bag and run out of the library. The old man at the desk watches me with a very peculiar gaze, but doesn't say anything. While running down the hall, I make a point to stay clear of the cafeteria and the principal's office. I race through the first door I see and run to my car. 4

For the second time today, I'm going over the speed limit to a place I've never been to, yet I know exactly where I'm going.5

I pull into Northcreek Apartment Complex and drive right to Apartement building number 501. I don't care if the door is locked or not, I just pull it out of the frame and go into the building. Up the stairs, the first one on the right. I kick the door open and introduce myself to the skinny dick head with a right hook to the face. 6

"Good afternoon sir, my name is Meg. Don't mind me, I'll be sure to make your death as long and painful as I can."