Dear Nobody,
Haley Matts is dead and I'm the lucky S.O.B. that found her. There. I said it. That's what all of this is about isn't it? Why I'm even more fucked in the head than usual. Why all the shit I thought I'd gotten over ie buried, is popping up, mutating like a virus in my mind. Haley's in me. It's like I'm possessed. She's in my hands forcing me to draw her face, she's in my eyes every time I turn on the t.v, she's in my ears because she's all anyone is talking about, she's in my mouth, in all the things I do and don't say. It's only been a day, less than really, and I know I won't be going to sleep tonight. (Even if that is what I told Toni I'd be doing. Sorry.) Whether because of the cycling in my head going 'why me, why me, why me' or the guilt that follows for being so damn selfish, I know if I close my eyes all I'll have are nightmares. Me finding her on my birthday, all torn up and waiting in the moonlight like a twisted gift from Freddy Kruger or that fuckboi Jigsaw.
And that's terrifying.
Realistically I know no one is actually going to think I killed her. Like I know that. I have to. Or at least pretend I believe it. But at the same time they don't have any leads on the person who did either. And I'm like sort of anonymous now. But like really? I'm not. Just because the news isn't saying my name, blowing up my picture across every magazine and newspaper on the globe that doesn't do anything against the fucking pathogen that is social media. Eventually people are going to find out it was me who found her and inevitably, if no one else is found as a suspect they're going to paint me as a martyr, because someone will dig and someone will see the cold case that was my parents and say.
"Look, that Blue boy's at it again"
I won't survive it. I. I won't be able to handle it. I barely did last time. I know I can't go through that again. Maybe i'm paranoid, but I remember the stares I remember the fear and I remember just how little I do remember.
And that. That scares me more than anything.
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Mystery / ThrillerMeet Ozzie Blue, a nineteen year old with way too many problems for his age. Anxiety. Paranoia. Depression. Those just scratch the surface. But when Ozzie witnesses the murder of one Hayley Matts, Ozzie is swept into a chaotic landscape of misdirec...
