𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 5

I watched from the corridor as the police sat in the living room and took my sister's statements.

She explained the events of tonight and tears fell down her cheeks as my mother comforted her.

I suddenly wondered if I was stalked the same way she was before I died. Did the police take my statements or look into them? I hoped that no matter the circumstances that they did. It brought me comfort to think that they would have cared.

I attentively listened to the conversation and I sat up when a familiar name was mentioned.

"Elijah Grey is in prison and he confessed to killing your sister. But we now have reason to believe now he is either lying or had an accomplice."

My sister's eyes widened in shock and my mother gasped.

"So you're telling me the person who killed my sister might still be out there?" Lizzie asked in disbelief.

Finally!

"The only reason we have to believe that he was the killer is his confession. We have no evidence against him besides her hair on one of his jackets and his admission. We have been investigating for months but he has been sticking to the same story."

This made no sense to me. If Elijah was innocent then why would he confess to it? None of this was making any sense.

Maybe Death was wrong and he was the one who killed me. But then who was the man in the house?

My sister and mom remained quiet as my mother began crying into her hands.

"What if that person comes for my daughter again, Detective? What do I do?!" She snapped.

"This is Officer Hardy," he began as he introduced a tall man with brown hair whose back was to me. "He will be in charge of your protection. We will have a cop car with officers switching shifts to surveil your house every day for the rest of the week to make sure nothing unlawful happens."

"Just a week?" My sister asked. "What can a week do?"

"We will have to figure things out as we go. After the week is over we can figure out other options," The Detective said as he stood up from the seat. "The Department can't afford to keep a watch on you all the time. But for now, you should be safe."

"We should be safe? That's what you said after Aaliyah's death and now look at us!" My mother spat.

"Ms. Monroe, we are doing what we can," the detective said as he walked towards the door. Before opening the door completely he glanced back at them. "This person is dangerous, be careful."

The officers left the house and just as promised Officer Hardy remained on the sidewalk in front of the house.

I turned back to my mom and sister and found them arguing back and forth. "I told you to lock everything, Lizzie!"

"Mom, I thought I did," Lizzie said pleadingly.

"Your sister just died!" My mother yelled. "You should have been more careful!"

My sister remained quiet and I watched her fiddle with her fingers in her lap. I used to remember her doing that whenever she was nervous and or scared. I would immediately take her hands into mine and she would feel better instantly.

I couldn't do that for her now but I sat next to my sister on the couch and let my hand go near hers.

A small smile appeared on her lips and a tear escaped from my eye. I knew she couldn't see me but I hoped that deep down, she would know I was here.