The Murder (On Hold)

The Murder

Prologue

The body of my best friend was just lying there on the floor, tossed away carelessly, and discarded as if she was nothing more than a crumpled tissue. I felt a sob wracking through my body as the hot tears fell down my face. My body made no noise as I collapsed into a shivering pile on the cold wooden floor. Everywhere I looked had something to do with her. The brush she used for her hair, the photos of me and her on a vacation in Greece, even the table where she laid right now. With a shuddering hand I reached for the phone on a small footstool beside me.

“Hello, you’ve rung 000, please state your emergency,” a cool female voice said on the other side.

“P-please help me,” I whispered into the phone. “My b-best friend is d-dead!”

“Ma’am, could you please tell us where you are,” the voice asked, a miniscule amount of concern showing through her cool façade.

“3-36 Plymount Avenue,” I replied. “P-please come quick.” With that, I passed out on the floor, the phone still clutched in my immobile hand. The last thought that was flying in my head: ‘Who took her away from me?’

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Hey guys!! It's been awhile, hasn't it? OK, so I decided to start a new story because I felt like writing something different than what I usually write. For the record, I deleted Boarding School Wars and Being Stephanie Horan because I felt like I didn't know what to do with them. I have everything written down in my books so if I want to start them up again, it'll be easy.

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