Murderer and I

By Connie Tang

I walked up the stairs to my room number 32. I was surprised to see m door open so that a crack of light was beaming through. My roommate Savannah would never forget to close it. I got a felling that something was wrong. The worst thing I expected was that the room was robbed, but I didn’t expect Savannah lying on the ground dead. I dropped everything in my hands. All I saw was Savannah’s body in the living room with a pool of dark red blood surrounding her pale face. There was still blood dripping down the side of her head. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was it just a dream?

I froze. My mind was racing with questions that I tried to answer on my own. I didn’t even think of calling the police until my mind got back on track. I dialed 9-1-1 telling them about how I found my roommate dead with no trace of life left in her body. It felt like forever when the cops got to the apartment.

They asked me the same question like do you know who would do this? Of course I didn’t know. Savannah was the nicest person you would know. She is always there when you need her like if you lose your car keys and need a ride or if you need some advice for personal things.

It was about three days after the death of Savannah. It was dark and I just got back from work. I am staying at another room until it is okay for me to return to the other room. As I shut the door and turned around, I saw a man standing in the room in all black clothing with a gun...