Crime Of Passion

The more I laid around the more worried I got about Mikey. What was he thinking about? Was he alright? He was my little brother, I didn't want him upset or depressed. I've known those emotions too well and I didn't want him to suffer. He was too good of a person for that.

I woke up quite early Monday morning. I threw on some fresh clothes and brushed my hair for once. I wanted to look alive today. 90% of the time I looked like a zombie, pale and sickly. My eyes were still pink and swollen, but I didn't mind. It gave me a bit of character. I grabbed my bag and headed up the steps, bumping into Mikey on my way out the door. He rushed away from me, heading towards the bathroom. I followed him anxiously. "Mikey," I called for him, "You alright, buddy?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine," he insisted. I put a hand on his shoulder. "If something's bothering you you could just tell me," I poked. He turned around and gave me a stern look. "I need to get to school," he pushed his way past me, "See you later." He swiped his bag off the ground and marched out the door. Man, he was acting weird.. Did I do something wrong? I shook off the thought and headed out the door. I got into my car and did the routine drive to school. I parked in my normal parking space and went to my normal first lecture.

I was getting bored of my schedule. It was so plain.. Wake up, school, drink, sleep. I craved something different, something that would make my life worth living. Even killing was boring me, which is kind of sad. I sat down at my desk and unpacked, flipping to my drawing of Elly. I began shading some more, making her cheekbones more defined. I felt someone standing behind me, which was odd. No one ever came near me unless they planned on saying something rude or taking shit from me. I looked up and saw Elly, studying my drawing thoughtfully.

All of the sudden I panicked. My eyes widened and my face turned red.. My throat felt like it was going to close up. Her face looked stunned, surprised that my sketch was of her. I stuttered over my words, closing the sketchpad anxiously. I couldn't take this feeling, being so embarrassed.. I packed up my stuff and ran out of the room like a complete and utter coward. Now she definitely thought I was a freak. "Gerard," I heard a soft distant voice call. Was it her? Wait, how'd she know my name?

I ran until I was out of the building. I sat down on the nearest bench, burying my face into my hands. "Hey," I heard a gentle voice call. I looked up, coming face to face with Elly yet again. She sat down next to me, her eyes sparkling with kindness. I shook my head and looked down at my hands. "May I see it again?" She eyed me. I nodded, hesitantly pulling out my sketchpad and handing it to her. Hopefully she didn't see my other drawings, they were odd and some were gory. She flipped right to her portrait.

She studied it for a while and then looked back up at me. "Is this me?" She asked. I nodded hesitantly, my face still burning from blushing. "Yeah," I itched the back of my head nervously. She grinned, her eyes bright and beautiful. She looked down, tracing some of the lines with her fingers. "It's beautiful," she whispered. I was surprised by her compliment. "Really?" I sounded stunned. She nodded her head and shot me a pleased look. I leaned in closer unintentionally.

"You're not weirded out, are you?"

Her face went from happy to confused. "No," she shook her head, "I'm extremely flattered." The sun made her cheekbones stand out more, causing her face to look more defined. She kept tracing the drawing, giggling at herself every once in a while. I smiled, no, I beamed with happiness. She liked my drawing. "Can I keep it?" She looked back up at me, our faces oddly close. I nodded as I fought off a smile. "Here," I grabbed the sketchbook from her. Our hands touched, causing my heart to jump.

I carefully tore out the drawing without ruining my notebook. I handed it back to her, my hand brushing against hers once more. She took it from me carefully as the muffled sound of the bell rang in the background. "Thank you," she smiled while she gathered her things and headed towards the door. "Wait," I stuttered. She turned around with a curious gleam in her eye. "Will I see you tomorrow?" I internally slapped myself. That was such a stupid question.. God, I'm dumb.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and nodded. "Tomorrow," she gave me a small smile before disappearing into the building. I was in complete and utter shock. Did she actually talk to me? Was I dreaming? I knew this had to be a dream.. She even kept my drawing. She also said she'd see me tomorrow.. Does that mean anything, or was she just trying to be nice? I didn't know, and at the moment I didn't care.
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I came home late like I always did. I drank less tonight, I didn't feel the need to get wasted for once. I quietly went into the house, shutting the door behind me. I heard the television from the living room playing, which made me curious. I made my way to the living room, trying not to make a sound. There was Mikey, sitting on the couch and watching the news.

We have found yet another body of a college student today in a near by ally that was close to the school. Shane Zin was murdered in the same fashion as the other four victims. Police think we might have a serial killer on our hands. If you have any information please call the number on the screen. The police have no leads yet, so any info counts. Thank you. Back to you, Jeff.

I clenched my jaw at the sound of that broadcast. Shane had been missing for three weeks and they had just found his body today? The police were slacking.. I leaned on the couch, eyeing Mikey. He saw me and turned off the television, shuffling into the kitchen. I followed him angrily. "What's your problem, Mikes?" I asked suspiciously. He shrugged, putting a mug under the coffee machine. "Why are you avoiding me?" I raised my eyebrow. His eyes widened as he shook his head. "I haven't been," he lied.

"Don't lie to me."

He played with the coffee machine nervously. "I've been stressed with school," he kept his eyes on his now filled cup, "That's all." I rolled my eyes with irritation. "Whatever," I spat, "I'm going to bed." I stalked out of the room and into the basement. I sat down on the bed, rubbing my face with the back of my hand. What if Mikey was on to me? I didn't want him knowing about the murders.. He'd think I'm a monster. I climbed into my bed anxiously. I have to talk to him. Tomorrow, I'd talk to him tomorrow. I stared up at my calendar. Shit, I forgot what I had planned tonight. I angrily shook my head as I stomped back up the stairs and out the door.

Notes

Here's where all the drama begins.. Elly and Gee finally talked :) hopefully you guys enjoyed it, this chapter is definitely more eventful than the first two. Comment, rate, do whatever! Hope you liked it, I'll update once more as soon as I can!!
-Raven (punkpixie)