It is murder. Loss of a life. For some people who are used to news of hundreds of people killed is normal, but each person takes with him/her a bigger circle then we can imagine. The parents, the siblings and above all the intellect the world is deprived of. The consequences are bigger than we can imagine. For the first time I realised how much it can pain a person nearby. I have barely known her for a week , and was in all pain, I cant even imagine how it must have pained for someone who knew her for years.
The days are longer, there is no real adventure in studies. The projects get on the nerves, suddenly I realized Bombo used to talk of her boyfriend. Who was he, I knew they nicked him Titanium but was not sure who the hell or where he was. Why was he not present at funeral, and where would that so expensive necklace be.Why would police not enquire too much. There is something fishy for sure. I have to find out. If not as a friend, as a women. What happened to her.Why did it happen.
I went right down to Bombo's diary to find her bf number, called him. The number was disconnected. Went to the cellular office and got his home address. I gate crashed his house and kept on ringing the bell. The place was stinking. I could no longer stand there. I saw a stream of dried blood between my feet. I ran right into the window on right and jumped in to see , a severely decomposed body of someone charred to death and left. I lost my senses, and went close. I picked the body , opened the door and came out in open.
There was a crowd now , watching me. I didnt let anyone come close. The police was there, dragging me away, and I was shouting, no I did not killed my love. There is something which no one understood. When i regained my senses, I could see in news channel, I was now a criminal, and that my lingo resembled Bomboo. I was not myself, did Bomboo happen to enter my body. It can't be. I dont believe in spirits entering the body, but you never know. I was looking and gazing. Entered into police station. There was this big tall black male who came to me and said lewdly," Girl , so ya are da one who killed so many. I will do things ya wont even know.", and he laughed insane. I was terrified. I am a pure blood, I wont let a monster even come near, forget him touching me. I was mad. Furious . And you name it. My anger had turned my pale white face into cherry red . I just bust out. Literally. The beam from inside me literally blew up the police station. The buzzing TV cluttered into elements and what remained in the station was me. It was a deep silence.
The days are longer, there is no real adventure in studies. The projects get on the nerves, suddenly I realized Bombo used to talk of her boyfriend. Who was he, I knew they nicked him Titanium but was not sure who the hell or where he was. Why was he not present at funeral, and where would that so expensive necklace be.Why would police not enquire too much. There is something fishy for sure. I have to find out. If not as a friend, as a women. What happened to her.Why did it happen.
I went right down to Bombo's diary to find her bf number, called him. The number was disconnected. Went to the cellular office and got his home address. I gate crashed his house and kept on ringing the bell. The place was stinking. I could no longer stand there. I saw a stream of dried blood between my feet. I ran right into the window on right and jumped in to see , a severely decomposed body of someone charred to death and left. I lost my senses, and went close. I picked the body , opened the door and came out in open.
There was a crowd now , watching me. I didnt let anyone come close. The police was there, dragging me away, and I was shouting, no I did not killed my love. There is something which no one understood. When i regained my senses, I could see in news channel, I was now a criminal, and that my lingo resembled Bomboo. I was not myself, did Bomboo happen to enter my body. It can't be. I dont believe in spirits entering the body, but you never know. I was looking and gazing. Entered into police station. There was this big tall black male who came to me and said lewdly," Girl , so ya are da one who killed so many. I will do things ya wont even know.", and he laughed insane. I was terrified. I am a pure blood, I wont let a monster even come near, forget him touching me. I was mad. Furious . And you name it. My anger had turned my pale white face into cherry red . I just bust out. Literally. The beam from inside me literally blew up the police station. The buzzing TV cluttered into elements and what remained in the station was me. It was a deep silence.
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