We were watching Get Out, one of my favorite movies. After it finished we went to sleep. I looked out the window to see the Chicago skyline. I looked at Willis Tower, just appreciating the view. I lived in Chicago my whole life, but I really started to appreciate these past few years. When I laid down I heard a strange noise from the kitchen, but I didn’t think much of it.
I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing, a scream, and blood. I looked over and saw Jessica bleeding from her neck, barely breathing. A dark voice said, “I’m sorry, but you didn’t know who she really was. She was dangerous.” I looked around to find the voice. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” I yelled. Just as I saw the figure they escaped out the window, I ran to it but saw no one. I ran back to the bed to see Jessica there, lying in a pool of blood. There was nothing I can do, she was already dead. I called 911, but she was already gone.
When the police arrived, I told them everything I saw. They found no sense of forced entry, they didn’t have an idea as to how the person could have entered the apartment. I couldn’t go to sleep that night. I wouldn’t be able to for weeks. In a matter of hours, I had gone from the happiest I ever was to dreading life. As I was in the apartment I just felt like I should have done something. The police found that she was stabbed in the neck which is why the death was quick. I thought, At least she didn’t have to suffer. What did they mean by, “She was dangerous?”? I’ve known Jessica for years, she never once seemed dangerous. If anything she was the opposite. None of what happened made sense to me. I didn’t know what I was going to do, I just knew I wanted justice for her, for Jessica.
1 month later
“I’m getting close, I know it,” I said.
“You know what?” Dani asked.
“I’m close to finding Jessica's killer.”
“Dude, I told you, the police have that all covered. Plus, we should try to enjoy some time without you always having to bring her up.”
“Are you serious? This is the most important thing ever. I mean, I lost my future wife, man. I would expect you of all people to understand that.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you mad.”