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Decemeber Story-not yet titled. pt3

Stacey was waking up. It was bright outside, the sun shining right into her face. she reached to rub her eyes, still not awake. There was an odd tug on her finger. She rolled over trying to hide form the sun. BANG.

Stacey woke up screaming. She held the pillow close to her chest, trying to calm herself down. It was over. It was all over. Sophie had been dead for two days now and there's nothing she could do about it. She opened her cell phone to check the time. The screen flashed 'low battery' but alerted her to the fact that it was five am. "Five in the morning? I'm never up this early!" She said to herself. "And no text messages either." She got up to turn on the light, thinking that there was absolutely no way that she would be able to get back to sleep. Not now at least. She reached over to her laptop and got onto the apartment's free wifi. She checked facebook, and myspace, her blog, and email, and then she checked her friends' blogs. Two had mentioned that Sophie died. Most hadn't updated. She finally went to twitter and tweeted "going insane. apparently i killed my best friend." She sighed and sat back. She was just about to zone out again when there was a knock on her door.
"Miss Gallimore?" The man behind the door said.
Stacey got up and opened the door, not bothering to realize that she was still in her pajama boxer-shorts and her christmas "will flirt for gifts" red fitted tee. "Yes?"
"I'm Officer Maple, we met yesterday, and this is Detective Shorts." Stacey reached out to shake the woman's hand. She was taller than Stacey by about 6 inches, and had short, fire-red hair. "She wants to interview you concerning the death of your friend Sophia Lyte."
"Sure, yea. Come on in. It's not like I have any chairs or anything, I don't know what Officer Maples has told you, but I'm... well I was Sophia's roommate. Officer Maples talked to the landlord here and is paying for me to stay here while my apartment is being investigated and cleaned up, so I just have a few essentials here."
"Thank you Miss..."
"Gallimore."
"Miss Gallimore. Officer Maples did actually tell me that you were Sophia's roommate." Detective shorts said as she entered the room and sat on the floor, situating her clipboard so she could easily take notes. Officer Maples entered behind her and went to stand by a wall.
"Detective Shorts wanted to speak to you personally, much like I questioned you yesterday. We understand that you had no intent to kill Sophia, we just want to know more about her. Is that alright?"
"Yea, that's great." Stacey said untruthfully. She really did not want to think about Sophia right now. She wanted to get together with other friends, maybe drink a little, and forget about this whole rather twisted death. Yes, Sophia was her best friend, but then she chose to put Stacey in this position.
"I am under the impression that you and Sophia were close?" Detective Shorts asked.
"She was my best friend. I was her best... normal friend."
"Normal friend?"
"She was really into the paranormal. Like telling the future and all that. So I think as far as friendships go, I was her closest. But she had several close friends that were into all of that paranormal stuff."
"You say she was into the paranormal? How so?"
"Well if you've been in the apartment you'll have no doubt seen the library she has--er, had. She was into all of it. Palmistry, tarot card reading, numerology, ruins, vampirism, spirit guides, extra-terrestrials, astral projection, wicca, astrology... it'd be easier to tell you what she wasn't into."
"And that is?"
"Anything orthodox Christianity... or orthodox religion really. She wasn't into buddhism or hinduism or islam or anything."
"Did she often talk about dying?"
"She talked about communicating with the dead. She said she wasn't very good at it but she could 'hear their whispers'."
"Did she talk of killing herself? Seem depressed? Say she had a reason to die?" Detective Shorts asked, scribbling on her notepad.
"No. She was more into trying to stay alive. Like longer than normal. She would always go on and on about how vampires living for all of eternity was awesome. She was never depressed... just... out there. You know?"
"Do you have any idea as to why she would have wanted to kill herself?"
"None whatsoever. She said earlier that tonight was her "night of new beginnings" according to her horoscope."
"Would that have cause her to kill herself?"
"I don't think so. She's into the paranormal... but I don't think she'd kill herself for the sake of her horoscope. She was also rather into extending her life."
"Did she act as though there was no time left the night before she died?"
"No. She was just living as usual. said she was going to call it an early night and go read more of her vampire books."
"Is that the last time you saw her?"
"Other than when she woke me up to the sound of a gunshot I supposably set off?"
"Yes. We'll come back to that."
"Then yes. I was studying for my calculus test that I was supposed to have taken. But of course since my roommate decided that she needed to be killed, my professor gave me an extension on the test."
"Can you explain when you saw her after that?"
"Sure. I was asleep in my room and my nose itched. So I reached up to scratch it and rubbed my eyes. an dI was certain that I felt my ring about to fall off of my finger, so I shoved it back onto my finger. Of course, now I know that the "ring" was really a string tied around my finger that she had put after I had gone to bed.

Decemeber Story-not yet titled Continued pt2

But she hadn't, killed Sophia that is. She tried not to think about it, which was hard to do because all of her possessions were still in the center of the crime scene, and she was currently staying at the apartments across the street with nothing more than a blanket and pillow and a few changes of clothes. The police force was paying for all of this, but still Stacey didn't feel as safe as she did in her own apartment. Stacey curled up on the floor of the empty apartment after peeking out through the blinds at her apartment across the street. A crime investigator was exiting with another baggie of evidence and taking it out to his car-based lab. Stacey sighed as she pulled the blanket closer up to herself. She had trouble falling asleep, and when she did it was just another replay of what happened earlier that week.
She was at the cafeteria, eating another helping of... well... it was probably a good thing that she didn't know what the food was. When cafeterias were concerned, you were better off not knowing what it was they were feeding you. Sophie was sitting across the table from her, reading her horoscope from the university newspaper, and eating a vegetarian dish that looked something like goulash, only with no meat. "Stacey, you should study hard tonight, your horoscope says your memory will be at its best tonight. I mean, it says you'll never forget what happens tonight, but I totally think you should use that to your advantage and study."
Stacey bit into her food. Her friend's obsession with the paranormal was just a silly quirk in her opinion. Stacey never could remember her fortunes that Sophia was constantly telling her. She'd had her palm read, done tarot cards, and even played with a Ouija board, all for the amusement of her friend. "Well that at least should help calm my nerves on that calculous test tomorrow."
Sophie rolled her eyes. She couldn't understand why Stacey wasn't interested in what the fates had revealed. She knew that Stacey herself wasn't able to see, but that was what she was there for, wasn't it? She turned her attention to her own horoscope, "tonight is the night of new beginnings." she read quietly to herself.
"So what is your fortune then?" Stacey asked.
"Tonight is the night of new beginnings."
"Well there you go. Maybe you'll actually get a boyfriend."
Sophia was quiet, zoned out, then she seemed to come back to life. "Yea... right... I've told you, a boyfriend would take away my time from finding out the future."
"And why would you want to know the future, if there's not going to be any relationships in it?"
"Because it's not just about knowing the future. It's the ability to come to my full human potential. Or, rather, my full existential potential."


It was later that same day. Classes were over and Stacey had decided that studying for calculus actually sounded like a smart thing to do. So she was on her bed in her college t-shirt and some boxer shorts kicking her feet in tune to what she was listening to on her ipod, and occasionally writing done parts of the equation as she comprehended it.
"How's studying going?" Sophia was in her typical night-clothes that she always wore after classes when she knew she'd be staying in the apartment for the rest of the night. It was a plain, white nightgown. Only, it was brilliantly white. She had explained to stacey earlier that white invites all the colors into itself, and likewise also draws the spirits closer to her. Stacey happened to be of the opinion that Sophia looked like some weird angel who didn't have either wings or a halo.
"Just marvelous. I think I might pass the test tomorrow. What are you going to do?"
"Just read more of these books." Sophia had pointed to her bookshelf. It ran from the floor to just a foot below the ceiling, and had seven shelves in it. All seven shelves were packed full of books dealing with new age and occult subjects. The books were sorted by subject areas and included everything from astrology, spirit guides, ghosts and how to communicate with them, tarot, ouija, sacrifices, Wicca, numerology, ruins, and even vampires.
"Haven't you read them all yet?"
"I have... but the vampire stuff is rather intriguing. I want to reread it. Immortality... can you imagine?
"If you can really communicate with the dead, then I think that you would be content in the fact that we exist forever in some form anyway."
"Well of course we will exist... but to be human... well, better than human really. Living on this earth forever."
"You'd have to eventually see all those you love die though."
"Yea, well that list isn't so long for me."
"Sorry." Stacey had said awkwardly, she realized that she had gone a bit too far. She went back to doing her studying for the night.

PS note from the author: This is for Dec 7th, I'll post Dec 8th's later. For now, there's no chapter breaks, I'll let you know when I change that.

Decemeber Story-not yet titled. pt1

        Sometimes the truth of something can be more horrifying than the darkest of nightmares...Stacey Gallimore found it out the hard way. She had many nightmares of police coming through her door and taking her off in her pajamas to prison for the rest of her life, but none terrified her as much as waking up knowing that she had done, or at the very least was made to have done what she did.
Stacey was a normal, college senior who was looking forward to life after college. She’d be graduating, with honors, as a psychology major. She didn't have any minors, but had taken classes in just about every subject one might wish to study. She had taken computers, sculpture art, photography, spanish and french, and philosophy, to name a few. She was a lively student who could never spend too much time in one area alone. she always wanted to know and learn more, and for this reason she was getting quite possibly the easiest degree there is to get out there in the college world.
The intellect that she was, however, caused her to hang around the sort of people who don't go to college parties and get drunk. Her group of friends were all graduating to become respected members of society, like doctors and lawyers, and even a few nanotechnologists. Sophia was her best friend though, also very intelligent but nobody gave this any thought as Sophia was deep into the paranormal. In fact, she would go into long bouts of not-caring what happened because, as she saw it, nothing physical was real.
Sophia and Stacey had met in their senior year of high school, while visiting the college they would later attend together. The two hit it off really quickly, throughout the day tour through the campus, and by lunchtime had signed each other up as to-be roommates. Sophia was quiet when you first met her, but after a bit she would talk to you, and it was always a most thought provoking and interesting discussion at hand. She was small, topping out at four feet, six and a half inches. She knew this exactly, because during other teens' growth spurts, when they grew inches, she grew quarters of an inch, and her dad had kept up an accurate measuring until she graduated high school. The mark had never changed from ninth grade on, regardless how many times they measured her against the wall.
So Soph, as Stacey was fond of calling her, reminded you of a slightly mature child, although anyone who talked with her would very quickly forget that first impression. No child would stare off into nothing and then suddenly start talking about such simple and yet infinitely complex concepts such as time. Sometimes, Sophia would hold to the idea that time is an illusion. Sometimes, she held to the idea that we were only in existence because of time. As if the fact that is was May 2, 2059 meant that Sophia had to die, and that Stacey, as young and hopeful as any senior in college could be, had to kill her.