Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You're the last person who was with Lisa that time before she died. What did you see?"
Chaeyoung's eyes sulk with the pigments of aegean and cedar. There were freckles of despair lingering on the aura she holds; it was as if she was crying all day. She licks her apple lips, her saliva glistening like poison. Her breath becomes uneven but she manages to let out words.
"How should I answer this?" Chaeyoung starts with a croaked voice. The interrogator observes the girl's moves and takes notes of the way she casually bequeathes out a sigh. "There had been an incident before she even got home that day and I was trying to help her up. However, she stormed away but I know I followed her."
The interrogator is quite stunned because Chaeyoung quickly relinquishes him an answer. Not a stutter nor a pause. She voices her statement completely yet her words quiver then it turns brittle. With a tap on his notepad, the interrogator once again speaks. "And what is this incident if I may ask?"
Chaeyoung clears the flowers on her throat. The interrogator now notices the vast change on her aura. His eyes land on Chaeyoung's hands, she rubs her arms up and down which is clearly a sign of anxiety, her eyes begin to move from left to right which clearly means she is thinking hard or hesitating, and her lips grew pale like chalks.
"We had an argument. You see, me, Lisa, Jennie, and Jisoo a-are... are friends." Chaeyoung says and didn't miss the way the interrogator's eyes spark with interest. "We were in class when Lisa started to act strange. She started to panic and I thought it was an anxiety attack t-then when we went out of the classroom and we saw her scars."
His fist tightens on his pen after Chaeyoung said those words.
"What are those scars? Do you know where they came from?" Chaeyoung tenses. "I don't know."
There's something callousing underneath her choice of words. Her explanation dangles and dwindles like an arch of mendacity; like she's writing in a piece of paper only to find out that the ink is not working.
The interrogator smirks. "I see, now let me repeat my first question, Chaeyoung." He leans on his seat as Chaeyoung feels intimidated. "What did you see that afternoon before Lisa died?"
Chaeyoung's aureole change from being an anxious little girl to a confident woman. Her back stands straight against the posture of the chair and she fixes the doltish bangs on her forehead.
She changes her mood quickly. Interesting.
"Like I have said, I followed Lisa because she was crying. I wanted to check on her-- I wanted to see if she was okay." Chaeyoung heaves a breath from her lungs. "As I went closer and closer to the palms of her home, I noticed something eerie."
"The weight of her house feels so heavy and its paraselene is too gloomy. I tried to open the lock--" Chaeyoung raises her hand to mock the way she was opening the gate. "It wouldn't budge so I had to make a way, I had to destroy it."
"When I went in, I knocked furiously on the door. I was calling for Lisa. When it was already two minutes-- or was it three minutes?" Chaeyoung taps her chin. "Nevermind-- when it has been minutes since she hadn't answered, I kicked the door open and--"
"And?" The interrogator begins to hyperventilate a little because of the intense narration. "What happened next?"
Chaeyoung didn't continue for a moment and instead, she leans closer to the man with an ominous, uncanny face.
"And the next thing I knew, she was already hanging herself." Chaeyoung's eyes falter with pure sadness. "A-And from that moment on, I realized I... I lost a friend. The worst part of it is that I never got the chance to listen to her." Her lips quiver and soon, sobs escape from her lips.
The interrogator keeps his posture, not showing any sign of sadness like Chaeyoung but he does give her a napkin for her so she could wipe her tears. Chaeyoung accepts it and sniffs before wiping the corner of her eyes.
Chaeyoung halts herself from crying, covering herself up more with the tissue. She couldn't help but to raise the corner of her mouth a little.
When silence starts to consume the whole area, Chaeyoung grabs something from inside the pockets of her jeans. Remitting a small paper in front of the table, the interrogator ceases his eyebrows together. "What is this?" He asks.
Chaeyoung's mouth sewed shut as she slowly stands up. "Read it," she mumbles before striding out of the cold room. "Hey! Wait! Chaeyoung! We are not done yet! Chaeyoung!" He tries to follow her but she is mysteriously gone from his sight.
"Shit!" He curses and fumbles his way back to his seat. His mind scatters from all around the area as he tries to take notes of what the three suspects were saying from his previous questions.
When he didn't get anything but a weaves of wind, the glistening frost-like paper lays on the table and it is calling him. Something is inside of it that might help him-- but also it could also draw confusion. But by any chance, he should take a look.
Slowly and slowly, the grappling paper sits on his palms and there he sees a note. It is written in red ink and also with a black ink.
Jennie and Jisoo's name is written in red but Chaeyoung's in black.
The interrogator furrows his eyebrows. He lifts his butt up, making his way to the computer. He has to know what this means. His eyes scatter on the web in order to search for what that red ink means.
His fingers stop typing once the result sprang up. It says: The use of red writing is meant to ward off evil spirits as you pass on. Since the color red is used to write the deceased name is ultimately goes along with death. Also, the color red signifies blood and generally when their is blood it’s a sign of pain or death. The interrogator-- or Richard, widens his eyes in awe.
He remembers a vague memory of a little girl writing a man's name on a piece of paper with a red ink.
The next day, he was investigating the same man's death.
Richard sweats, gulping hardly. He looks down at the paper again, seeing Chaeyoung's name in black. He couldn't understand what was happening because why would Chaeyoung give him this? What is happening?
Just as he is about to take a break, one of his workmates comes and greets him. "Richard M, how was the investigation?" Hoyeon snorts and sips on his coffee. Richard frowns, "Please don't call me that. A simple Richard would do."
Hoyeon releases yet another annoying laugh before placing another cup of coffee in front of him. "What makes you think it's not suicide anyway?"
Richard grabs the coffee, blowing the hot brew. "Because it's not. The case has too many holes in it." Hoyeon hums as a response. "And you decided to call for three highschool girls as if it would change everything?" Richard now sips the hot coffee woth quite hesitation. "Nothing is impossible."
"Yeah right." Hoyeon pauses. "Anyway, what do you think about their answers?"
Richard halts, looks at the coffee, and smiles.
"All of them are lying."
author's note: so yeah hi ;-; i am seriously enjoying this story because there are so many possibilities! can i know y'all theories??
and also, yes i just made a cover : (( pls support it and subscribe! check my message board for the link < 3 thank you so much my potatoes!
