“AREN’T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN’T TURN ON THE LIGHT!”
“ No ones going up there, there was just a murder” the detective told the Anne. “ What do you mean, I have to get up to the fourth floor so that I could take a shower”. “ What room replied the detective”. “420" .
It all started after Lisa and I finished our last class of the day. Lisa was exusted, but I still needed to study for a bunch of tests I had the next day. I had it my head that I was going to study at my desk in my dorm room, but not if Lisa had anything to say about it, she told me that she wanted no light, televisions, or radios interfering with her sleep.
I ended up having to walk all the way to the other end of the campus in the pitch black to the library. I was freaking out being by myself especially since there have been many report of young women being raped and murdered, my heart was pounding at the speed of light and as loud as a boom box.
When I was just about to start studying for math I had realized that I had left my calculator in my dorm room, so I had to walk all the way back in the pitch black once again.
As I reached my dorm room I remembered that Lisa was sleeping and would kill me if I turned on the light. I slipped into the dorm room with only the shadow of the doorway in sight. I had the feeling that it wasn’t only me and Lisa in the room, but I ignored my gut feelings, and continued to feel around the desk in reach of my calculator, listening to the clicking and clacking of the mess on my desk.
I finally found my calculator and headed back to the leery library where I spent the rest of the night. At about six o’clock in the morning when it was daylight, I had finally finished studying and went back to my room to take a shower, but as reached my building I saw the flashing lights on top of the cop cars, my heart jumped out my chest in fear. I went up to one of the detectives and asked what was wrong, he told me that there was a murder and that know one was aloud up into the building, I replied by saying I need to get up to the fourth floor and take a shower, the detective then asked me what room was mine , I answered 420.
The detective told me that Lisa was murdered, I was in such shock, but then the detective questioned me as in assumption that I might have had something to do with this. With tears in my eyes and anger in my voice I set the record straight, and told him I did come back to the dorm to grab my calculator ( as soon as I said that I realized that I might of just added fuel to the fire), but I didn’t even turn on the light with thought of maybe waking up Lisa from her sleep ( I quickly added).
Looking at the detective straight in the eyes I could see uneasiness in his eyes. With an uneasy voice he said “ I think there something you need to see”, he led me up the stairs and in to the door of my dorm room. As I watched paramedics take Lisa’s corpse out on a stretcher with a blanket covering her ,I turned to look away, but in my sight written on the mirror starring back at me in blood was “ AREN’T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN’T TURN ON THE LIGHT”. I fainted to the ground and went into a black out.
Till this day it seems like yesterday, when my life could of ended juts like Lisa’s. I carry around the emotional baggage of knowing that I might of been able to help her and save her life, but I will never know.