The clock stroke midnight, I was half asleep in my large, green sleeping bag, wearing my pajama pants and tank top. My heart beat slowly against my chest, I breathed quietly trying to sleep. I heard someone’s feet shuffling as they arose from their sleeping bag. I listened intently to the sound of rain surrounding the house. It relaxed me, made me feel comfortable. It wasn’t a common pitter-patter it was like soft then it was a bunch of fast drops. They bombarded the small house, pounding amongst the windows. My eyes burned as the kitchen light turned on, I turned over ignoring whatever was going on. I heard a voice, not clear on the words but whispers. I slowly closed my eyelids and began drifting into sleep. Suddenly a loud, ear piercing scream shrilled all about. I sat up instantly and kicked off my sleeping bag as the rest of the girls did to, it wasn’t all slow we were quick about it. We all gathered into the kitchen. Then we all gasped.
A fresh, blood covered cadaver lay before our feet on the tile. The hair was a dead giveaway, it was long, blonde, and wavy with tints of chocolate brown. The once bright, vivacious, green eyes were turned murky and black. I examined the body, the tiny twenty-five inch waist, the small wrists, flat stomach, and birthmark on the left ankle. Yep, it was Amy. I felt my eyes burn even worse as I fought back tears. I couldn’t hold it in, I allowed all the water to rush out of my eyes. The warm drops of water rolling down my pink cheeks, and off my chin. I glanced around at the remaining three girls, none of them shed a tear. Did no one care about this ghastly sight? Was nobody disturbed by the fact that either a very smart and loving girl took her own life or that one of them was a murderer?
Quickly Mindy whipped out her cell phone and called the police. She took the call in the other room. It was silent, I couldn’t hold in my silence. I breathed hard and cried, how could I not? My best friend was just murdered or had commited suicide.
Amillia Starr Jean Loveheart, was more than a friend. I had met her in second grade, she had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, me I had my classic tuna salad sandwich. She preferred tuna and I liked peanut butter and jelly so we switched. The rest is sort of history. No matter what happened, Amy was by my side! Amy was like a sister, the one I never had. People use to mistake us for twins, before she grew to be a skinny model sized girl. And before I became a hundred-thirty three pound outkast. Before we dyed our hair, hers to blonde mine to blonde. Naturally my hair grew back to its shade of caramel toned light brown. Amy was a successful cheerleader, academically prepared, a beautiful girl! As for me I was a simple brunette, lazy, academically failing, unattractive girl. Amy could have a boy at the snap of her hand, she had her first boyfriend when she was about twelve. Me? I’m almost sixteen and haven’t gotten my first kiss.
I tensed up as the sirens wailed into the driveway, there was a loud knock. Men hustled in to grab the corpse. All the girls moved out of the way, I sat at the dinning table made of Oak and just sobbed. They put her on a stretcher, and draped a tarp over her angelic face. As they escorted her out I lost my mind.
I ran to the stretcher and held it and screamed.
“Please! Don’t take her away!” I shouted.
“Miss we have to get the body to its proper place before evidence runs stale.”
“Take me!”
“You’re not evidence…”
“Take me! I want to go with her!”
“She’s dead.”
“I know she is!”
“Where are the parentals?”
“Gone! On a vacation!”
“Any relatives? Or siblings?”
“No, I’m the closest to family she has….I’m her cousin!”
“Hmm well if your legally related I suppose however if you aren’t you can be facing some charges.”
I followed the men out of the door and onto the concrete steps into the ambulance, neighbors began coming out of their houses to see what was the uprising about. I climbed into the ambulance and sat on a ledge over Amy.
I stared at her stomach there was a hole in her shirt where the blood was running. I grabbed her dainty hand. Her hand warm and mine was deathly cold. I brushed the hair out of her face and slowly I felt my eyes burn. I fought back the tears as I stared into her lifeless eyes. Her skin pale as the moon and her mouth gaped open like a trout suffocating without water. Amy would have no means to kill herself… She was too good for it, her life was so perfect. She was a skinny and healthy model girl, and she was a cheerleader and academically prepared in life. Who? Would want to hurt her?
Mindy, Jaime, and Amanda. The three prime suspects of the murder, it was horrible. The girls I had trusted, one of them was a cold blooded killer. I became startled as we stopped, a policeman was waiting for me outside the ambulance.
“Lexi Retrose?” He said, he was a medium built cop. He had a shaved head and a thick brown mustache that curled above his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s me…”
“Come with me please…” I crawled out of the ambulance kissing Amy’s sweet hand before I left. “You mind if we take you in and ask a couple question?” He pointed to the police station?
“No, I don’t mind…” The man took my arm and escorted me into a room. The door was labeled “confession.” I looked around, it was a lot like a question room you see on crime shows. Two chairs over a long table and me on the otherside. It was empty and quiet, and I kept panning, nervously I felt my handshake. I wasn’t ready to talk about my friend. I had to! It would help decide what happened or who killed Amy.”
“Okay Miss Retrose, first question: how long have you known Amilla Starr Jean Loveheart?”
“Second grade…”
“Has there ever been fights between you guys?”
“Not really we got in little fights but the worked themselves out.”
“Was Amilla experiencing any stressful or horrible life things?”
“None… She had the cutest, model type body. She was a straight A or B student. Not to mention she was popular for being head cheerleader.”
“Uh huh… Who was at the party?”
“Me, Amy, Jaime, Mindy, and Amanda.”
“I see… what’s their last names?”
“Jaime Peters, Amanda Joyson, and Mindy Humphries….”
“What do you suggest happened?”
“I think what happened was murder…Amy had so much potential she would never kill herself!” I stood up yelling at him. “She was a great girl, wasn’t into drugs nothing! It was murder! When we all gathered in the kitchen I was the only one who cried! We all knew Amy! Why was I the only one crying! Tell me that!”
“Please sit down, calm down…”
“NO! I won’t calm down my best friend, practically my sister was just murdered! And you expect me to “calm down?!” How can you even ask some one who loses someone SO close to just calm down. I am never ever going to see her again! I just don’t get it! I want whoever killed her to be locked away! That was my best friend and she did NOT need to die!”
“No more questions…” I started crying and threw the chair against the wall. “HEY! Knock it off!”
“My best friend just died…Don’t you dare tell me I can’t be anger or sad…” I spat back.
“If you calm down, we will take everyone else’s statements and you may watch if you wish to. BUT you have to be CALM and COLLECTIVE!”
“Okay…” I said calmly. The man took me to the room connected to the question room, I sat in a chair.
Mindy walked into the same chair I sat in, her red hair cut into a bob that framed her face that was showered in freckles. She had hazel eyes and she looked at the officer.
“Mindy Humphries?”
“Yes?”
“We are going to ask you questions to determine, whether the death of Amilla Starr Jean Loveheart was suicide or murder, do you promise to tell the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you… First question: How long have you known Amilla?”
“Since the beginning of last year, my freshman year.”
“Do you think that Amilla was murdered or killed herself?”
“Murder…”
“Who do you think may have done it?”
“Lexi…” My anger grew inside me I wanted to scream what but held back the urge…
“Why?”
“She was the first one in the kitchen, and she was melodramatic about Amy’s death.”
“I see, do you think there’s any other possible suspect?”
“No, sir.”
“I see well no more further questions…” My fists were clenched the people in the room with me told me to relax. I let my grasp go, and watched as Amanda walked in.
“Amanda Joyson?”
“Yeah that’s me!” She said smiling, tossing her blonde hair over her left shoulder.
“Okay, we are asking questions about the murder/suicide of Amilla Starr Jean Loveheart…promise to tell the truth?”
“Yep…”
“How long have you known her?”
“About seven months…”
“Who do you think killed her? Your choices are herself, Jaime, Mindy, or…”
“Lexi.”
“Why?”
“Lexi was in the kitchen first and she was overselling her act.” I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth! I ran out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. Gently I washed my face with warn water and took deep breaths. Why? Why did everyone think I killed her? She was my only friend. Why would I kill her? It’s ridiculous! I looked at the mirror, my face tear stricken and red. Relax Lexi, Relax… I took the papertowel and wiped my face breathing slowly. I waltzed back into the room, where Jaime took Amanda’s place.
“Who do you think killed her? You can choose from Lexi, herself, Amanda, or Mindy…”
“Mindy.” I smiled at least one person didn’t think I was guilty!
“why?”
“Mindy immediately called the ambulance, but she took the call in the other room so she may have called someone else… Not to mention that Amanda is easily manipulated and can be told what to do.”
“I see… And you believe any testimony given by Amanda Joyson is false and really she’s repeating whatever Mindy says?”
“Bingo…”
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