The Murder

The city no longer gave me a sense of comfort like it once did. It had only served as my place of refuge while I ran and hid from the haunting of my past. I had now come into a place of peace and set the demons and spirits of my past free, no longer to terrorize my life.

As I sat alone, reflecting on my trip back home, an overwhelming feeling came about my body. The city helped to become an independent woman; I now had the tools to make it, no, thrive in this world around me. Realizing my growth and progression, I begin to long to return back home. Once afraid to walk those sacred grounds where I was abandoned and forever changed, now I missed the open space of down south. I wished to return home.

In attempts to brush off the emptiness that begin to spread through me, I decided to head off to retrieve Heaven from afterschool care early. As I stepped into the hallway, closing and locking the door behind me, I noticed the strange man who lived some floors down creeping behind the lady I had known to stay above me.

Never being one to meddle, I thought it to be rather strange how he followed behind her, secretively. She seemed to be a bit out of, but no one was completely sane around this city.  It all was very suspicious to me. Maybe they had some kind of weird ass affair going on. Who am I to poke my nose in another man’s love life? Hell, at least somebody was getting some love around here.

Trying to shake it, I could not rid the unsettling feeling. They didn’t have to sneak around, as far as I knew neither of them was involved with anyone else. So, why in the hell was this grown man sneaking behind this defenseless little lady who was obviously not in her sane mind as she stumbled about. Concluding he was up to something, despite the little sense I had, rather then minding my own business or simply calling in to the police station and reporting the strange activity, my feet began to tip toe behind the party of two. My suspicion and gut feeling would not allow me to ignore.

Creeping along carefully, I was lead up another flight of steps before I watched as the woman fumbled to find her keys, unlock her door, and disappear behind it. However, within seconds the man, the man who I thought to be a sad little man who lead an average life, transformed into a mad man as he tore the door down letting himself in.  Before my eyes this transformation took place, sending my body into shivers and sweats. Before thinking, again my feet lead me further down near the door, and peaking inside made my eyes grow wide in horror.

My mouth dry, I could not force air down my throat, I stood in silence basking in the sight of this tragedy. Blood seeped from the little woman’s body, spreading and soaking into her carpets.  The man had disappeared, and in his place remained a killer beast, heaving in breaths of airs. I could make out no sound, as the screams that would not come through my mouth, were loud inside of my head.

Becoming nauseous, I held onto the walls, regaining myself before turning to run back down the stairs to escape the insanity. I would go pick up Heaven and we’d have waffles before I was sure someone would call for help. She was dead for sure; nothing I could do would save her. I refused to put my child in danger. Because although I was unsure of the motive behind it and unsure as to why the little woman seemed to be at peace at the hand of her murderer; I knew for sure that that was it, Heaven and I was getting the hell out of this city.