What if... I suddenly died?

Chapter 22

  Thank you, Allie.

  What were the words Anson would write if he had started a journal like Allie? Then, the pictures would be all cops and Allie with crosses. After her funeral, her parents thought her 'so-called' journal was just a scribble book and was a useless item to the cops. But then, her grandmother decided to show them, and showing the newest ones bring them a shock. Like they were electrified.

  Anson. Who was this? They know it was sort of a guy's name, but what is the relationship between Allie and him? Their parents thought about the other way round, which was the relationship of being close, not just the relationships of classmates, but the relationship of a boyfriend and girlfriend. This didn't seem cool, as her parents were still the old grumpy ones who never allows their daughter to date.

  That must somehow be linked to the reason why she was missing, she was dead.

  And what does it mean by the second world?

  They didn't care. Now, her friends being the greatest suspects turned to Anson. As his name popped out most of the time in her journal. She even thinks she had feelings for him, is that insane?

  The cops sure have got the new evidence as they started digging towards the direction of him being a suspect. He was extremely packed as they squander their recess, lunch, or even some after-school time for an interview. If he rejects, that might be another proof for them to fight against guilty.

  The thing he could only be grateful for was that the results of Allie's death were finally released. And as if the police have the same secret superpower about how Allie's death has happened by traveling to the future, they guessed them correctly. Anson know the news as the police stepped into the classroom without even knocking during the lunch breaks, marching in like a military, owning this place and about to wreck everyone's lives.

  Cellia was the scariest of them all. She had pulled her hair out when she thought about the bottles back in her room. Is this possible? When something which was supposed to be in the bin and the landfill. Not only Cellia's bottle was back on her side table, and Bella's cans were too. Then, the bottles busted into a million shattered pieces. Her scars were building once again on her skin like she had been murdering someone and that was the proof. She wiped harshly and stuck on it with layers of ban-aid, hoping to cover up the scars.

  But the horrible thing was, if the cops successfully pulled some glass pieces from Allie's wound and managed to find some prints of her which matched hers after a round of investigation, she would be doomed again.

  And the most horrible thing was the cops did manage to get a search warrant from Cellia. Perhaps she found that girl has a higher chance of being a killer from the back of the blurry picture. They flipped the house upside down and then thrashed the house completely. Now, the whole place was like a complete madhouse being passed by thieves who stole things and sprayed some white power while taking her footprints and fingerprints. They even managed to thrash her garbage cans to see what was in there. And there they were, the cans, the bottles all being stacked and layered together.

  The police surely didn't hesitate the chance and confiscated her bottles and cans right when the garbage pickup truck just rolled around.

  Nice, she thought. There is no more than such perfect timing. Right when she thought good riddance and doesn't have to be considered a culprit anymore, it came back.

  Now, she was. And she will.

  Cellia had immediately rung Bella's number, telling the cops were about to crash their house, get another search warrant, and then find more empty bottles and beer cans, grab her fingerprints and leave the house. And all she could wait is the sentence. The sentence to jail.