Empty Room Creative Writing

The empty room echoing my thoughts was getting too much. Continuously reliving what had happened yesterday was making it even worse .The piercing shrill of her scream coming to a sudden halt. The smell of burnt rubber leaving behind a hint of hatred and fury repressed by her killer. My tears blur my vision as I realize that I will never see her mesmerizing emerald green eyes again. Never to see that smile that could light up a whole room. The worst part of this is that this was all undeniably my fault. I could've saved her, Pushed her out of the way or something. I dont know, but what I do know is that it should have been me. My trail of thoughts were interrupted by the sharp pain of my body colliding with the cold tiles of my bedroom floor . I can barely breathe. My body shaking, Sweat engulfing my body , fear and trauma interlaced between every raspy breath escaping my torrid lips now painted bright red .
I lay there frozen in pain. I lay and cry, the silent kind of cry not a sound made just tears racing down my cheeks almost like a raging river. I stay in this position for awhile until finally I think of a way I can escape this black abyss. I struggle to get to my feet but eventually approach my old and messy vanity with small, shaky steps. I scavenge through my draws till I find them. I walk back to my bed and lay there trying to untangle the wires. It took a while but I soon managed to do it. Plugging the earphones in I instantly feel better as the sweet and soft melodies fill my ears. But my haven was soon gone when the song “Impossible year” By Brendon Urie came on. I knew what was to happen. The tears daring to fall, I press my head into my pillow. Soft whimpers escape soon turning to crying then muffled screaming. I don’t know what the future holds but what I do know is that life will never be the