On Our Way To Hell

9: The Mystery Solved

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9: The Mystery Solved

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Enna's pov

I gently remove Sasha's jacket and as I do, I notice that her hair is still parshly wet and it's clotted with colours and a lipstick top. I squint confused.

"What?" I rub her hair a little between my fingers and find residue of makeup.

"That's so weird." Rachell squints and then goes back to taking off her clothes.

I wish we never did because when we take off her shirt, there's large wounds on he ribs, arms, everywhere that were not self harm what so ever. They couldn't have been. They're too pricise and there aren't ANY blades on her or in here.

I then check her bra strap and notice its twisted. My eyes dart to her underwear and that's inside out.

"It looks like she was literally changed by someone who doesn't understand woment under clothes." Rachell states. I nod and look back to her face, noticing a glossiness on her cheek.

"What?" I whisper and run my finger along it. It's thick?

"Wait.." I slowly open her mouth to see what seems to be lipstick and eyeshadow on her teeth. That's when I see makeup residue all over her tounge, roof of her mouth cheeks, everything. But then I see something lodged at the back of her throat.

"What is that?!" Rachell goes wide eyed. I look away as ai reach into Sasha's mouth for the object. I gip at the feeling of her tounge on my hand. I then grip the thing at the back and with a great tug, I manage to pull it out. It crashes into her teeth and at a different angle, I try again and eventually get it out of her mouth fully.

"A FUCKING FOUNDATION BOTTLE?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I drop it, causing it to smash on the floor.

"There's no way she shoved that down there herself! Plus if she was actually hung... It would've gone out of he throat or down her throat, not stayed where it is! This is a murder, it has to be!" Rachell grabs my wrist.

"We have to tell the others." I nod at her and cover her with her jacket to keep her atleast a little more respected. The two of us get up and run out of the bath house, towards the main home.

I burst through the door and still, Ein is throwing a massive fit.

"It was a murder." I blurt out.

"Yea we found makeup all lodged into her mouth and a foundation bottle down her throat, how could she have done that herself? There's massive cuts on her body and brushing everywhere. Also her clothes looked like they were thrown on." Rachell explains.

"I think the fucking murders are this room if she was." Ein looks at me and then corpse.

"Woah buddy don't go throwing accusations!" I step forwards, immediately defensive, "what makes you think I did it or he did it? We've been to--"

"You've been oddly friendly since the beginning, together all the time, the last ones awake last night I'm sure, you did this!!" Ein yells.

"If you want to know why were awake at night it's because I can't sleep and--" I stop, not wanting to out corpse.

"I have insomnia. Okay? It's mainly caused by the pains I get in my limbs. If you don't believe or trust me then hopefully thisll make you trust me." Corpse reaches to his mouth and takes off his mask to reveal his face. Though we've seen it now, he's still very sensitive about his face.

Ein goes quiet.

"I don't know what to do." He sobs and covers his face.

"None of us do. And that's why we have to trust eachother and be there for one another." Tyler sits by Ein and holds him close.

"Let's just... Agree on something. I don't think Sasha and Enna were hallucinating." Sykkuno finally speaks up.

"Neither do I." Rachell shakes her head.

"Fine." Ein mumbles.

That night, I feel guilty and like I did put those things into Sasha's head even though that really wasn't what happened at all.

I felt responsible in a way.

I knew now that there was no point in trying to survive here if we were gonna die anyway. I had an amazing time meeting the people I did but I don't think I'll make it out of this anyway. I guess any option I had was a dead end. Not coming here, I would've killed myself. Coming here and trying to survive, I'd be killed. So this, even tho it'll kill me, I don't have a choice but to do.

I get my things ready for a shower and as I go to leave, I pick up my blade and pocket it. I head to the bathroom down the hall with the shower but I feel a grip on my arm.

"I'm going to shower?" I look at corpse holding my arm.

"I think you're bullshitting." He squints at me.

"How would you know? I'm really not." I fold my arms.

"Just... come on." He pulls me into the bathroom and shuts the door.

"What's the issue?! I'm trying to shower!" I snap and tear up.

"Can I see what you took off of your dresser before leaving your room?" He asks, cupping my face gently. I shake my head, my tears spilling over.

"I know what it is already, just show me." He says softly. I shake my head again but then give in and take it out of my pocket. I place the piece of silver on his palm. He looks at it and then opens the bathroom bin, throwing it away.

"I know you don't want to do that do you?" He asks. I shake my head again, sobbing harder.

"It's okay. Can I stay while you shower? I won't look. I won't do anything weird. I just want to be here for you." Corpse's voice had always been soothing but right now... It's all I wanted.

"Yea." I sniffle and nod.

"I won't tell the group about it. I won't say a thing." He closes the toilet and sits down on it.

"Thank you." I whisper and just hug him tight. He hugs me back, rubbing my back.

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