Ed Nygma x Oc (ish)
Sad, sad, sad. Ed kills the readers only friend and now shes alone. She attemps suicide.
thoughts are in italic.
TW: Suicide, Overdose, Mental health, Death, murder. Just overall sad shit :)
Today I decide it's a good Idea to go to Maries house, she had an argument with her peice of shit boyfriend. Rubbing my eyes I shuffle over to my wardrobe to get changed. Fuck me i need to do washing. I slide the moderately uncomfortable jeans on and the only clean shirt i have. plooding down the creaky, cold, hall way. I have a cup of tea before i leave for hers.
I wrap the black scarf around my neck as I make my way out of the door, locking it before i make my way on my journey. Theres not many people outside, some doing their weekly shop, other drinking to keep warm. Marie's house is in sight so I sped up, my stomach churns, my hands feel clammy dispite the bitter cold.
I knock at her door, no answer. Thats weird, maybe she asleep. I pull out the keys she gave me just in case she doesnt answer. My hands shake as I try to unlock her door, i huff lightly and use my other hand to steady the key. I hear it click and I anxiously push it open, the door moving at a slow speed seemed to amplify the very loud creek her door had.
There she was, laying in a pool of her own blood, my thoat dries up at the sight, my chest feels exponentially tighter than what it did when I stood outside her closed door. I slam the door closed, tip toeing to her pale, limp body, my eyes are swamed with tears, my nose burns at the sensation. All of the air escapes my lungs, it feels like i've been winded. I slump down beside her. I gasp for air and gently pull her on my lap, my eyes burn, my vision blurry. I begin to sob, loudly screaming, the blood soaks my clothes, my hands bloody and cold. I cough and splutter from the saliva build up, I couldn't swallow, my thoat aches, my chest hurts.
I hear banging at the door followed by,
"GCPD open up"
I didn't dare move, I was almost guarding her body.
"Trina?" Jim whispers
I couldn't speak, I turned around, staring him in the eyes. Harvey stands behind him, lowering his gun at the sight.
"What happened?" he asks making his way over to me.
"I don't know" My English accent comes out strained. I bite my lip in an attempt to hold the tears back.
He crouches beside me, his warm hand is placed on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.
"Come on, I'm going have to question you at the staion" he whispers.
I wipe my hands on my jeans and wipe my snotty, tear stained face on my scarf. I swallow my saliva and reluctantly make my way with Jim. The wind is cold against my wet face. I sit in the back of the police car as we head to the station.
"Come on." he says sympathetically.
Time seems to stand still, nothing seems to make sense. Jim guides me to the interview room.
"I know this will be hard but I need to you to tell me everything you know." he says, looking me in the eyes.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted to see how she was after the argument she had with her boyfriend. I, I knock on the door and she didn't answer so I thought she was asleep, but i found her dead. I just cant get the image out of my head." I tell him with a shakey voice. I rest my elbows on the table.
The interview seems never ending, question after question.
"Can I get my phone from her house?" I ask
