Random Thoughts.....What Are You Thinking?

Their accusative gazes pierced my soul. Eyes, unyielding, stared me down, expecting an answer. The lounge was silent, but the tension in the air was thick enough to root me to the ground.
I… I don’t want to tell them what happened. I’m not a bad person. Can’t I have my own secrets, my own feelings, my own regrets? Must I share it all right now? I’m devastated. It’s hard to breathe. It shouldn’t be this hard to tell the truth.
…Okay, this is a simple confession. They just want to know where I was. If it’s that big a deal, I’ll tell them.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before anything came out my eyes met with Emily’s. Hers were the hardest to look at; the disappointment in her eyes was crippling. “I was…” I started, but I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t do anything wrong. The girl of my dreams broke my heart, I don’t want to bring it up in front of her yet! No, how could I have done something this gruesome, I cried myself to sleep early last night. That’s all. I woke up, just like my friends, and found this disaster…
I could see Dominic restraining Jessica on the couch. Her countenance radiated anger, her body emanated animosity, and her heart sought vengeance. It looked like she was going to wring my neck, or rather… She shoved him aside and grabbed the gun on the table. “Chris *****,” Jessica stated. “You are the only person who could have… how could you, to Keith?! He was the most… out of all of us… you… I don’t…” Tears stained her face as she tried to convey her thoughts. She probably tried to keep her composure while giving the announcement, but she broke down and the rage overcame her being. Then, with a voice permeating conviction, she shouted the conclusion that nearly all in the room had come to.
“You killed these people!”
Jessica’s concise verdict rang throughout the room. Yet, I perceived a verbal quietus; I saw the mouths moving and people talking, but I was unable to hear any of the noise. Overwhelmed by the pressure, I felt the world spinning, almost as though I was going to faint. “I can’t,” I managed, “tell you.”
“That’s because you did it!” she screamed. “Get out of here, I don’t want to see you again until the police come to arrest your guilty ***! Leave!”
“I hate to say this,” Dave whispered, “but she’s right. Unless you can give us an alibi… then…” He turned his head away from me. “I’m sorry.”
Slowly, I approached the door, knowing full well that a cold-blooded killer was probably waiting for me. Yet, I had since abandoned my will to live; whether it was because of momentary depression or an honest disinterest in life I couldn’t tell, but I opened the door and left the only safe haven on this hell bound vessel.