Maddie

Imagine 'You are sitting on the cold train, with your headphones and your listening to a calming nature noise song. "I just can't figure it out!" You say to your self. Your hands are sore from paper cuts. The paper cuts are from the police files and the diaries left by your missing best friend. The main suspect had apparently escaped the police before she or he could be captured. As you read through the descriptions sound more and more familiar. This person had apparently left their phone on the crime scene. Surprisingly the name of the killer was Maddie. Maddie your friend had been missing for a couple of days beginning on the day of the crime. "It can't possibly be my Maddie" you repeat in your head. The murdered person had not be connected with any name as the body had been burnt to a crisp. Just then, Maddie's mum had called you. "Ms Linka, I'm so sorry for the disappearance but have you read the description on the crime scene?"
"Y/n," ms Linka replies, Maddie was confirmed the dead person on the crime scene. DNA was found from her body on the crime scene floor."
"Can I call you later I'm just on the train..." you gulp and loose interest for the crime as your friend is considered dead. You slam your head on the train wall holding your tears back.
You hear your stop being called, you look up and something and someone catches your eye.
"Maddie?" You ask.
Maddie smirks while looking down at you from the other side of train.