Mystery Story Beginning I Wrote At 1Am

Worst. Monday. EVER.

Don't you just love Monday's.

The crappy feeling of waking up earlier than 12am.
The realization that school starts at 8:30 and its currently almost 10.
The dead dude in your bathtub.
Your parents, sound asleep, almost like a coma, in a hospital room even though they are always up at least 2 hours before you.
The police interrogation room thats far too cliche.

I should probably explain.
I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, my cats chasing a damn mouse around the living room and an alarm that just won't shut up.

When I finally found my phone, which turned out to be under my pillow, adding to my pain, I realized that said alarm had been going off for over 4 hours.
How the hell didn't I wake up!!

The next shock was that my parents were fast asleep, my dad was even snoring, which would have been great proof if I'd recorded it. For the last few years he has been adamant that he doesn't snore, even though my step mum has to wear earplugs just to get a good night's sleep.

Back on topic, I tried to wake them up, but nothing was working, I guessed that they had drank too much last night, although I guess my tired and confused brain didn't freak out when i poured water on them and still nothing. Thankfully they were still breathing, I had thought that i probably would have thrown up if they were dead.

Which is why when I went into the bathroom, I'm surprised my scream didn't wake the whole neighbourhood.

Blood. Lots of blood. A dead dude. WITH NO HEAD.
I puked. And again. Mainly cause I found the head. In the toilet and now covered in sick. Lovely, if I wasn't already scarred for life I sure was now.

I did what any normal person would do and called the police. And dealt with the petrified mouse, didn't need more guts in the house. I guess I didn't react too badly, I mean I watched far too many films and tv shows, a lot of them were very gory 18s.

Next thing I knew I was in a police interrogation room, as a suspect, a witness and a victim all at once. It was one of those ones you see in a movie, ya know with the mirror and the flickering light that only actually lights up like 1/3 of the room, just enough so that you can see the rickety wooden table and the uncomfortable metal chairs.

My parents were in the hospital, still 'asleep', the officers told me that we had been drugged, but because I had left my window slightly open, the gas drug thingy had only partially affected me. Or at least that was one idea, the other was that I had done it and was a darn good liar.