The Music Room

I knew from the day I was born, that I loved the smell of blood, l loved putting people in pain, and their screams gave me satisfaction. I was in third grade when all this started when I discovered my true self when I knew why I was born.

I remember that day clearly, the day mama left me, the day everyone left me

I was deep asleep when mama woke me up for school.

“Wake up, it’s time for school,” she said while shaking me soft.

I opened my eyes to be welcomed by a big smile that went across her face, mama was fair in complexion, a pitch-black hair that stopped by her shoulders, it was slightly scattered, a full thick eyebrow, her skin was really clear and smooth, she had no pimples or dark spots on her face, her oval lips that spread the smile on her face.

“Good morning mama,” I said while smiling.

“Morning baby, now get up we are getting late for school,” she said while carrying.

Mama was in her mid-twenties, she has me when she was very young that is another story for another day.

The ride to school was good, I loved mama taking to me.

“Bye baby be save.” mama said.

“bye”.

The school was big, colored in white, there was a big playing ground where we played, the hallway was big and wide, and there was a basketball court where I spend most of my time.

I was so excited about coming to school, today am going to ask Sofia to come to the dance with me. Sofia was my seatmate, she was a French foreign exchange student, she was dark, had hazelnut eyes that anyone could get lost in and a curly hair that reminded me of noodles, she smelt like vanilla ice cream which made me like her more. My best friend was helping me ask her, he was supposed to bring her to the music room.

I trusted my best friend but he misled me. He was supposed to help me in asking her to the dance but instead, he decided to be selfish and that cost his life.

I stood in front of the music room waiting for Sofia but she never arrived, it got late I decided to leave because I don’t want mama to know I missed class, getting to the classroom I heard different whispers but one of them got to me.

“Sofia got asked to the dance by Danny, Sofia is still with Danny in the music room.” one of the girls whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

The music room where it all started, where I committed my first murder, the place I lost everything.