The main room was quiet, and quietly decorated. It was the spitting image of one of those homes you’d see in a magazine for a furniture store. Entering the apartment, you’d find a simple brown rug at your feet that read ‘Hello’ in a fancy cursive font. The rug clearly must’ve been enchanted by some dark magic, for it read ‘Goodbye’ from the other side. Looking up as you walked in, you’d be greeted by some kind of modern-art piece of a table, curved like some kind of bean, with a perfectly circular hole in one end. A few magazines were fanned out next to the hole, with an odd one displaying a shirtless man at the bottom, nearly hidden by the others. A cup of tea sat on the other end, underneath one of only two coasters that sat on the table.
An owl clock hung on the wall, its oversized eyes piercing deep into the soul of anyone who dared to look at it, but in a comforting way. A way that said ‘I know every thought you’ve ever had and all your fears, and I’ll never tell anyone’. There was a television on a short stand made of old textbooks. It was at an awkward height, but it was the best the two roommates could manage. Next to the table, facing the television, were two chairs. One was a dull blue microfiber recliner, and the other was a matching chair with a pine green blanket hung over the back. Standing underneath the owl clock was a short, thin young woman by the name of Emma. She was the one who had taken the time to decorate the majority of the apartment.
Her clothes were modest, yet somewhat suggestive. Her jeans were entirely too tight to be comfortable, and her pale blue shirt was just slightly too big, one side hanging off her shoulder by at least two inches. She wore nothing on her feet. She didn’t believe in socks Her long brown hair was pulled up in a sloppy bun, which fell even further apart when she reached up to put on her glasses. She wore the same cheerful expression she wore from day to day, and her posture was typical of her: most of her body weight was on her right leg, with her left hand on her hip, left leg bent slightly. However today, was a significantly different day than usual. All over the front half of her body was a thick red liquid, soaking the front of her shirt and dripping on the floor and her feet. Her hands were also stained the deep crimson, staining her pants.
Across the table stood another young woman, only a few months older than Emma. Her name was Morgan. Her hands were up on her head with her eyes about as wide as the owl’s. Her mouth was wide open, with no sound coming out except short, halting breaths. She wore an orange sweater, just light enough for spring, and a pair of grey sweatpants.
“So,” Emma said. “what’s up?”
Morgan was quiet for a few moments. “W-what’s up? What’s up! Is that really all you have to say?!” The shock quickly wore off as what would’ve been casual conversation ensued.
“Uhh, yeah?” Emma replied. “What else is there to say?”
“What else is there to say?! How about, oh hey, sorry I’m covered in someone else’s blood and I’ve made a mess of the apartment. Sorry I ruined your favorite shirt by ripping out someone-” Morgan’s voice cracked and she covered her mouth. She took a few moments to recompose herself. “How about explaining what the hell happened here?”
“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
“It’s obvious.” Morgan repeated. “I-I actually cannot believe what I am hearing right now.”
“Dude, you really need to calm down.” Emma replied, blowing a strand of hair from over her eye.
“Calm down! You’re covered in blood and there is a disemboweled corpse in the next room! How can you expect me to do anything other than panic right now?” The smell of blood settled in the room, a stench similar to that of steak. Morgan felt like those nights when she would drink too much too fast and it would hit her all at once. Her stomach rolled inside her, her head felt like a maelstrom had formed, swirling her brain into some kind of goo. Every inch of her skin tingled, like when you hold a sparkler just a little too high on the stick. It sent ice-cold chills up her spine. What was going to happen now? How could any of this work out for the better?