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Chapter Four: Murder

Azlyn lead the paint splattered teen into her house, eventually getting to her room. The other teen squeaked when she almost tripped on the top stair, and Azlyn immediately stopped, and gushed out apologies. The latter laughed, and shook it off. Laughing felt nice, actually, for Jazmine hadn't has much of that lately. She stumbled after Azlyn, and eventually emerged into a large room. After scanning the room, Jazmine decided it represented Azlyn pretty well.

The room was small, and a tub of cloth laid at the foot of the bed, with a tangle of cords and chargers. A tablet lay in the mess, charging, and a school chromebook leaned against the bed, that was actually falling apart. The bed was rickety, and rocked from side to side. The white, flowery metal poles were broken, and laying to the side, forgotten. A large, white table took up most of the room, and a snake cage laid on top of it, a white, old computer sitting on top of that.

Littered across the walls were drawings. One of a superhero, one of a small dog with wings sitting by the side of a cliff, one of a broken teddy bear with a hand reaching out to stitch it up, and a variety of other sad things that looked like they had been edited to be happier.

Azlyn noticed Jazmine looking at her wall, chuckled, and explained the stories behind each and every one of them.

"These are pictures that my sisters drew me before they went away to college. The sad teenager and the superhero were drawn by my oldest sister, Cora. The teenager I call Sweater Teen, and he represents feeling sad, but having sympathy. The superhero was from a movie that we all loved. The sad drawings turned happy were from the middle sister, Taylor, who always drew sad things. One time, I grabbed a lot of her sad drawings, and made my own with them, but turned them happy." She explained.

Jaz stared at Azlyn's sisters' drawing abilities, and Azlyn smiled. The two teens sat on the bed, and Azlyn immediately sprang up suddenly, and almost knocked the latter down. Azlyn rushed out another set of apologizes, and then raced out of the room, and Jazmine then heard a series of crashing noises. She called out to the other teen.

"Azlyn, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good, just tripped over pretty much everything on the way to the closet. I'm good though, just-no, scratch that, I'm dying, send flowers to my funeral."

Jaz giggled, and waited for the other girl to return. Az smiled as she produced a parcel from her back, and lightly threw it at the latter. Jazmine managed to catch it, somehow, and smiled at it. She looked on the top of it, and it said 'To Jaz'. Jazmine pulled of the paper, and inside resided two pieces of clothing. Jazmine pulled them out, and they were really cute pajamas. Jazmine felt they represented her pretty well.

Azlyn pulled out her own pajamas, a pair of clothes that also represented Azlyn pretty well.

They slipped them on, and Azlyn hugged Jazmine after taking away her paint splattered clothing. The heterochromic teen gazed at Jazmine, and spoke, smiling.

"It's official. It is Friday, so you are staying for a sleepover. My mom won't care, and I'm sure yours won't either." Jazmine smiled at the teen, and gave her a lung crushing hug. Together, the girls started their sleepover, and that moment, a purple-haired girl walked across the pavement, completely absorbed in her phone.

~Kylee~

I walked along the sidewalk, playing my alpaca game. I tapped the small, virtual beings, and smiled at the virtual smiles they gifted me with. I was so absorbed in the game that I ran straight into a wall. Brick met flesh, and I fell to the ground. My glasses practically hung off my face, and when I pulled them back onto my face, the lenses were cracked, and one of the branches was completely broken off. I cursed under my breath, and groaned.   

Rubbing my eyes, I stared straight ahead of me, and stood up. Limping slightly, I moved forward, and tried to ignore the twinges of pain across my body. I was so focused on not tripping, that I ran into another being. My already broken glasses gave a last dying cry, before completely falling to pieces. I looked up at the figure, squinting, but it was no use. Not only was it dark, but being visually impaired, I was basically blind without the assistance of my glasses. All I could make out of this figure was the glint of knife.

"Hey, Kylee. Fancy a walk?" I gulped. His voice was low and menacing. Before he could make the slightest move, I scrambled to my feet, and sprinted away. I could hear him behind me. I did the only thing I could think it, and pulled out my phone. Dialing Azlyn's number, I clicked 'Call', and put the phone to my ear. She answered almost immediately, which was when I was thankful that she spent so much time on Wattpad. 

"Fellow being of the universe, wha-"

"Azzy, I need you're help! I'm being attacked!" I ran right next to the sing saying where I was, but I knew where I was by heart. I reeled it off, and there was no hesitancy in Azlyn's voice as she spoke.

" I'll be there."

"Oh, he's right behind me!"

"What does he look like?"

"I broke my glasses, but all I know is he's about 5'8, and has short, light hair. That's all I know, and Azzy, I really need you!"

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Azzy, headph-"

The man caught up with me, and turned me around forcefully. I dropped my phone, and heard my life in a small square, all my savings, shatter on the sidewalk.  

He smirked at me.

"Azlyn can't help you, Kylee. What might've helped you was you're sister holding up her end of the deal." He gave me a wicked smile, before dragging me into a near by alley.

"W-what do you want with m-me?" I stuttered, my voice quivering.

"I want you to send your sister a message." Astrid? What does she have to do with this?

"W-what's the m-message?" He chuckled, obviously amused.

"Oh, sweetie, you are the message." He gave me one last look, before plunging his jagged dagger into my heart.

He ran off almost as fast as he had come, and I slumped against the brisk, pain flashing at the edges of my vision, hoping Azlyn came fast.