"Help! Help me!" She yelled in pain while covering the wound on her neck. The blood from it was spilled all over the floor as she crawled slowly to get away from him. He stayed quiet with the face of a psycho holding a scalpel in his left hand while slowly following her to the front door.
"Please, don't kill me." She pleaded in tears while still enduring the excruciating pain from the small slice of the scalpel on her neck.
"What do you want from us?" She asked with a diminishing voice but she did not receive an answer when he immediately stab her chest multiple times up to her death.
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"Miss Violy? Are you there?" called one of the police officers outside the house. He's been pressing the doorbell many times already when suddenly she opens the door.
"Oh, officer Jones, what's the problem?" She rubbed her eyes while yawning.
"Good afternoon miss, sorry to disturb you in your slumber but can you spare us a moment?" Officer Jones manages to give a faint smile to the lady.
"Sure."
"There was a homicide that happened in your neighborhood."
"Oh, that's horrible."
"Have you been here in your house last night?"
"Yes, I was in bed early because of a headache. What happened to them?"
"The parents were stabbed to death while the two kids were hanged inside their room," the officer explained eagerly while Miss Violy's face was sad. It was only a month since her neighbor bought the property. She couldn't even think of a reason why it happened to them for they were nice people. She only met them twice at the grocery store but she could see their gentleness and kindness.
"It's a third time that this incident happened in that house. I am worried because the murderer was still out there. What would I do if I become his next target?"
"We know that, that's why we want to investigate. And also, we found something interesting at the crime scene." One of the officers stated while giving her a sharp look.
"Sorry officer, I didn't follow."
"We would like to invite you to the station." Officer Jones said.
"But, why?" She asked, puzzled by their words.
"We will just ask some questions regarding the incident, it won't take long."
"Well, you can ask me right now. Why bother me to go to the station like I'm a suspect?
"You will know once we're there, so please bear with us," said he.
"Well, if that's what you want, let me call first my lawyer." She immediately dialed her lawyer's number while officer Jones leads her inside the patrol car. She couldn't decipher their motives for inviting her to the station but she followed their request. They drive past her neighbor's house and saw some policemen still out there. She had no idea that there was a murder that happened last night even though her house was only twenty meters away. She didn't even hear their scream for help or the slightest ruckus for she was in her bed early. Mostly, she would sleep past midnight due to insomnia.
"Can I ask?" Officer Jones looked at her in the front mirror as she spoke in the backseat.
"What is it?" His face was perplexed.
"Am I the prime suspect?" He looked away upon hearing her words. He, too, has no idea how she is a prime suspect in the crime. He knows her to be sweet and a devoted Christian. Her parents died from poison when she was only ten. They attempt to put some on her food too before they died but she survived. And now, she's twenty-nine years old, single, and working as a home-based freelance graphic designer. She only went outside her house on Sunday to attend a mass and on Saturday to buy groceries. She doesn't have any close friends for she always stays at her house to work on weekdays. She didn't go to clubs, parties, or any events not related to the church. She's quiet but sweet, that's what her churchmates say whenever he heard them gossiping. He was also a Christian so he sometimes saw her whenever he attend the mass. It puzzled him how her name was written on their hands.
