Searching for a Villain

The world seems out of control sometimes. Well for me it's always out of control. I don't know who I am or who I want to be. I know I have a purpose for being here, I just don't know what that is right now. Ever since I lost my best friend I've been trying to exist in a world where it's just me and my thoughts. Trust me my thoughts are pretty dark. But I'm existing, I'm living and waking up everyday searching for my purpose. Every story has a villain, well mine is my own mind-my thoughts. I battle my darkness away each day and it is not easy.

My name is Stella and I am a young adult, I guess. According to society at the age of 17 you're supposed to know what your niche is. You're supposed to know who you love, who you hate and who your friends are. I barely know my name in the mornings. I wake up each day with the urge to text you and laugh at your response because it was always a meme that fit perfeectly with what I texted you. Whether it was, "I dread going to school today," or "wake up I need you to give me a reason to get out of bed." Those were the phrases I texted you the most every morning before school. Now, I kind of just lay there fighting my villains and searching for the motivation to get out of bed.

Her name was Maria and she I had been best friends since grade school. We did not go to the same high school which is why I didn't know what was really going on with her. I was the dramatic one and she was always happy and smiling. She was the life of every party we went to. Every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her. She had a radiant personality like that and was so beautiful. I was average, still am average. I wish I had known what was really going on with her so I coud try to help but now I'm just trying to help myself.

One afternoon, I was in math class staring out the windown when I got called into the principal's office. When I got to the office there was a police officer there. I thught nothing of this beecause I was always in trouble for being late or sneaking in a flask into school or anything else really.

"What did i do?" I asked the principal, completely ignoring the presence of the cop.

"You're friends with Maria Estrella right?" The cop asked me. I immediately became defensive and protective of my friend. I will deny her involvement in anything although I didn't know if I had even done anything.

"Yes, we are friends. Why do you ask?"

"I am sorry to tell you she's been murdered. Now I have some questions to ask you..." His voice trailed off. I had to process his words and let it sink in.

To this day, they still haven't caught the son of a bitch who took away my best friend from me. I have theories and so far my villain (my mind)has been my partner in the search for justice. Right now my motivation to get out of bed is finding the truth about what happened to Maria and why.