We all die in the end

chapter 6

Of course, the neighbors had found Greyson's body and called the police. Obviously, they did not just pass it off as a suicide due to the knife on the ground and his other injuries. They treated it as a potential homicide and called the FBI. The FBI found that Greyson had fired the bullet at someone in front of him and it ricocheted back into his head, right in his temple. If the bullet had landed anywhere else, he would have survived with slight brain damage. Because of this and the knife, the FBI decided that it must have been an attempted murder where Greyson tried to fight back. Nobody could think of who could have had the motive to attempt to murder Greyson. He had practically no enemies, the ones he did have were petty and would never go as far as to kill him. The victim's significant other is always suspect but of course that was ruled out seeing as Matt had been declared dead for 2 years now and Greyson hadn't even gone on one date since then. Victoria was extremely lucky that Greyson's blood had happened to wash off her fingerprints from both the knife and his hand. And of course, no one suspected Victoria, she was his best friend. The FBI questioned her since they found the Mc Donald's bags with her fingerprints on them. Victoria just told them Greyson asked her to come over, they ate dinner together, and after an hour or so Victoria left and went back home. The FBI had gone through Greyson's phone and that all checked out. So, Victoria was in the clear. It took her everything to not just tell them she had murdered him for fun or something just to try and get punished for what she did. She didn't know why she didn't tell the truth though. Maybe she wanted to change herself for the better as a way of apologizing for Greyson's death. Maybe she was just selfish and didn't want to suffer the consequences of her actions. Whatever it was, it was a stronger motivation than the soul crushing guilt that made her want to turn herself in.

At Greyson's funeral, just like Matt's funeral, everyone gave their speeches and said their goodbyes. The mortician had done a good job fixing his mangled skull. Victoria almost forgot what had happened. Jason, Greyson's dad, was sobbing the entire time. His wife had left him and died when Greyson was a toddler. Greyson had been his only child. He had lost all the family he had left. They buried Greyson's body in an ornate casket. Jason had used the money that Greyson had been saving to buy a house with Matt to pay for a beautiful headstone that read "The most loyal son, friend, or boyfriend you could ask for." Victoria was shaking during the whole funeral and barely spoke to anyone. Everyone expected this from her though, so everyone just left her alone. But she knew the truth. She killed Greyson and everyone was feeling sorry for her.

The next couple of weeks had been really hard for Victoria. She hadn't gone to work causing her to be fired. All day she curled up in her bed, barely taking care of herself. Then when night came, she went out and drank. That's all she could think to do.  It was late at night and she was walking around town, half a beer hidden in a paper bag in her hand. She was planning on that bottle to be the first of many when she tripped over something in a dark alley. She was a little dazed and just lay there for a few moments and then heard an unfamiliar voice from a few feet away. 

"You alright there sweetheart?" it was a deep, slightly scratchy and tired voice, thick with a southern accent. "You took quite the fall, and it looks like you've been drinkin'. Betchya need a hand to get up huh?" She heard him lift himself up with a small grunt and walk over to her. She looked up and got a better look at the stranger. He was pale and had freckles and some stubble decorating his face. He had orange curly hair that was long enough to fall over his shoulders. He had on a beanie and a dirty sweater covered in unknown stains. He also had equally stained bootcut jeans and socks with sandles. He was holding his hand out to help her up. Victoria grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. She stumbled when she got to her feet and the man caught her from falling again. 
"Woah there!" He laughed "Lets sit down now." He smiled and helped her sit down against the wall where he was before. Now that she was closer, she could tell now that he smelled strongly of weed. She definitely just met the local stoner and she really needed someone to talk to anyways. "so why donchya tell me what's on your mind? you dont look like yer on a fun night out." She wasnt stupid enough to tell him the whole story but was too tired and just said "I've just been really depressed"