The Misguided

Murderer On The Loose

Chapter 15- Murderer On The Loose

It's weird- Lilian was somehow more upset about Xavier's death than Daniel's, perhaps due to his nourishment during a period of vulnerability. She felt more emotional fulfilment in the 2 hours they spent talking than she ever did with Daniel- convinced she was unlucky in love. If only Xavier hadn't become a complete psychopath, Lilian imagined their life together as promising, always satisfied. They really do understand each other, and they are more alike than anticipated. But when the sparks between the two's love become too vehement, it would turn into fiery flames, swallowing them both.

It's the day after Lilian witnessed Xavier taking his life in front of her very eyes. She's been living off a large dosage of olanzapine after having repeated hallucinations of her husband and daughter- it was eerily how strong their presence felt; this was the only way she'll stay sane for the upcoming trial, especially with Xavier's face splattered the media, a fierce young man in a graduation gown and a cap slightly tilted to the side, a smile of glory, receiving his second masters at Oxford university. What grievance did the successful young man face that was so strong he had to devastatingly end his own life?

Lilian was found passed out on a sidewalk when she tried to

She was brought here right after her discharge from the hospital, her body surrounded by sores and muscle fatigue. And now, she's sitting yet at another police questioning, hoping this doesn't become a habitual thing.

Speculation and gossip could never escape Lilac Dove. Even while she was sitting on the couch at the police station, she was greeted with unfriendly glances and people broadcasting the entirety of their thoughts.

"That's her, right? I did not expect a woman this petite to be capable of murder."

"The death of her husband made her insane."

"She seems sweet, don't be rude. "

Everyone thinks she's a murderer- I mean, she is, but people have to stop making judgements based on surface-level assumptions.

They could've gone a bit easier on her, considering her husband just passed away. The body was never found, but she knew what she saw. She likes to convince herself that these people are just as miserable as she is, and this is the most exciting news they have heard since the Renaissance; seemingly understanding what Camila endured the day she was fraudulently arrested.

Detective Jennings opened the door and waved her hand, signalling her to enter. Her copper hair slicked back into a high ponytail, blue buttoned-up shirt tucked neatly in her leather pants without any wrinkles- yet, her sunken eyes were blank in the window to her soul. The moment Lilian sat down, she was greeted with the same aroma of synthetic print, the lingering scent of old files and coffee, and a mixture of eerie suspense.

"Hi Lilian, nice seeing you again since 4 days ago when your husband died. Thanks for waiting, and I hope you are holding up well."

"Thank you, Detective Jennings. It's definitely been tough, but I would like to think everything happens for a reason."

Detective Jennings forced a smile, "We just have a few questions regarding the experience you had last night," she began writing notes on thick files stacked on the clipboard, "This will be a formal questioning session; all your answers will be recorded on tape, but we would like you to relax and answer truthfully."

Lilian nodded. She felt nervous, unbeknownst to why.

"So, tell us, what exactly happened last night?"

"Xavier locked me in his house after we met to discuss something; it's not important what- some family issues. He tried to kill me, but he dropped his gun and accidentally shot himself after he picked it up, by accident presumably. He died almost instantly."