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PROLOGUE
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" screamed the alarm clock! "Arghhh!! Tommy, shut the ******** alarm clock off!!". The stupid alarm clock still rang. As I grew tired of hearing the awful screeching noise of the alarm clock, I sat up to shut it off before I threw it at the wall. I glanced around the room in my sleepy daze. As usual the peachy white walls and hazy gray carpet floor greeted me, to remind me I was at camp. But for some strange reason something seemed off.... really off. Before I went to warm the water for my shower, I glanced at the time. 7:53. Good. Just enough time to get to the morning attendance. I got ready for the cramped, rusted, peeling ,shower space, cheap white shower curtain, and the surprisingly large mirror. But when I stepped inside the bathroom, I felt water on my foot, it took me only one quick glance to see the “water” wasn’t water, but blood. "The ********?" I whispered in an undertone. What I saw in the corner is what I will never forget. There in the bathtub lay Tommy’s lifeless body. It just seemed so out of place, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Tommy! Haha! Nice one I thought you were dead." He didn't respond. He just layed there, slumped, and bloodsoaked in the tub. "Is this some sort of prank?" Feeling worried, I shoved him aside playfully, but he didn't move, didn’t even blink. " Dude, you’re really creeping me the ******** out…" I had seen blood around him but I thought it was fake. Suddenly, thoughts that he could actually be dead flooded my mind. I felt around for a pulse. There was nothing but cold, pale, bloody, flesh. I suddenly noticed a gash in his side where the blood seemed to be spilling out. I felt a chill slither up my spine. His clothes hid the knife that was buried in his side. His own knife, but something seemed so different, it seemed old. And he always took care of his stuff, so it must not be his… But who? When did this happen? My heart was beating out of my chest. I knew it couldn't have been last night; we took frequent bathroom breaks during our all-nighter playing Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. But...but...why? I instinctively reached for my iPhone. My heart thumped even faster and with each beat, more panic filled my mind. As quickly as I could, I unlocked my phone then dialed 911 as fast as my fingers would let me. It felt like forever when I finally got through. "911, what's your emergency?" I paused. That voice...it sounds familiar.... "My roommate Tommy Runo was killed today or. Last night! Whatever!! But he was killed!!" Silence. For a moment I thought I heard sniffling, Then it hit me, his mom worked as an emergency dispatcher. Katherine Runo was her name. "Is he really... actually gone?" Her weak voice asked for the other end of the line. “I don't know but it looks so. Send help now!” I replied in a voice cracking shout. The call ended abruptly, and in that moment of silence, of nothingness I could see in my mind’s eye all the time we had together, all the fun, bad, good times. From 1st grade all the way till 7th. No more. Gone. Destroyed. Crushed. A growing, gaping chasm of sorrow, fear and loneliness took over my body. As I dashed outside, I ran straight into Sam. As we both tumbled to the floor, my head connected with the tiled floor and a sudden flash of white washed over my eyes. As she saw my reddened water eyes she asked what happened, as I told her, her eyes slowly watered and went two sat helplessly saddened outside of our cabin. "Is he....?" she asked hesitantly Tearfully, I nodded slowly. "Oh, thought he might be..." she trailed off. The class grouped around us, slowly taking it all in. A few of the kids cracked. They were in their tents, bawling their eyes out. Tommy's so-called followers, whom he had dumped, but came back for more. But nothing, no one could bring back Tommy. He was just a memory that ran deep in our hearts. Making us see the best of us at all times, he could cheer anyone up, but now he could never be here to cheer us up again. The police wanted to talk to me about Tommy. They ushered me into the back of the patrol car, but I didn't agree to go unless Sam came along too. If one of my very best friends was murdered… what less, my girlfriend? They agreed. So in a matter of minutes at the police station, we were being told- "Someone who could be at the camp and at school could have killed Tommy, or it could be a enemy of his. So, if you find any more out, tell us please, ok?" says the officer. "Sure,“ I replied. "No problem,” Sam answered. The school let us off campus for a while because of grieving; some of the teachers knew how the close the three of us were. Memories flooded into my mind, the first time we met, at a BMX championship, and when I first got Sam and how we both liked her and we fought over her but I won, how he was the ladies man and I was the computer hacker/adrenaline junkie dude. And our favorite sport… snowboarding. Great amazing snowboarding .Tears swelled in my eye, he would never be able to enjoy another run down the hill in his life.
sonic3ze · Mon Jun 18, 2012 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |
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