Cecelia

Ceceila:

"Hey, you look pretty mad. Everything okay? Please don't tell me you hit someone again," I asked Elsa as she plopped down beside me and began snacking on my chips.

Elsa is my roommate and best friend, and we share a three-bedroom apartment together.

"I can't stand Mrs. Simpson. I can't believe she sprung an impromptu test on us. If I fail this course, I swear I'll bury her alive," Elsa said, her face turning red with frustration.

"You know what Mrs. Simpson is like, you shouldn't be surprised. I keep telling you to study before her class," I reminded her.

"Of course, that's your advice, you nerd!"

"I wasn't giving advice, just saying—hey, get your own chips," I scolded her as she reached for more of my snacks.

I didn't come from a very wealthy family like Elsa. Her father is a renowned chef, and her mother owns boutiques around the world. My father passed away in a car accident, leaving my mother and me with the funds he'd left behind. I used some of it to pay for my college fees.

My mother is a nurse, and I'm her only child. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I inherited most of her features. I have hazel eyes, long black hair that falls to my shoulders, and heart-shaped rosy lips.

Waking up, I checked my phone; it was 8am. I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, and passed by Elsa's room. I was sure she was still sleeping like a baby—after all, it was Saturday. Heading to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and decided to make pancakes. Once I was done, I covered Elsa's portion and left a note telling her I was going out for a walk. It wasn't the first time I'd done so; she wouldn't be surprised.

As I stroll along the quiet path, the peacefulness of the day suddenly shattered by muffled screams pierces my ears. Startled, I quickened my pace, my heart racing with apprehension.

Following the sound, she spots a gruesome scene unfolding before her eyes.

In a secluded spot off the trail, she sees a dead man lying on the ground, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him. Standing over him is an older man, his face contorted with fear, a gun held to his head by another figure whose features are obscured in the shadows.

My breath catches in my throat as i realize the gravity of the situation.

I think I have seen enough I have to leave this place before anyone notices me but I was too late before I could move someone held my arm and dragged me and pushed me to the floor, I yelped when I hit the floor with my ass, how can he just throw me like I was some kind of ragged doll.

"Who the fuck are you?" a deep voice said and i raised my head and my hazel eyes came in contact with a dark eyes, it's soo black I feel him staring into my soul. I need to act smart otherwise i will end up like the two dead men.

"I... I didn't see anything I promise, please don't kill me" I said close to tears, I really didn't want to die, I haven't even explored the world yet.

"Boss, i think we should just kill her to avoid future problems."