Shattered Reflections

Unintended Consequences

"I didn't mean to kill her." The words echoed in my head as I looked at the lifeless body on the ground. I knew I had to call the police, but I was paralyzed with fear. How could I explain what had happened? And who would believe me?

It was the first Monday of the school year, Aspen Walter walked the halls as the sea of people parted around her, she was no one to mess with. I always thought life would be better without her, maybe I would be seen, heard. But as the time flowed past I could tell that there was no hope left for me, that I was always just a background character in a story that revolved around her.

Even though life would be better without her, doesn't mean I wanted to kill her. I didn't plan on this happening, I didn't mean for this to happen! The stains on my sleeves are seeping with pain and regret, torture.

The knife quivers in my hand, just like my pencil did earlier that same day. She pushed me to the edge, she made me do this.

Before it's too late I hide my cover, the same six words repeating in my head, over and over again. I prop Aspen up so it looks like she is in a washroom stall, and slip the pocket knife away, this will never be found out.

Soon in bio, everyone is wondering where Aspen had suddenly gone, but little do they know that spot will never be used again, because this school will be done for.

The last class if the day rolls around, and finally someone has found her. An announcement echos through my ears that "students need to evacuate the premises immediately".

I don't need to try hard to match everyone else's energy, they are frantically panicking since there is a murderer on the loose, but I'm panicking because they found her.

Whispers cover the school as everyone walks through the hallways out the nearest exists, trying to guess who it may be, and of course, rumours are started.

"Her sister must be so sad, she just started high school"

"What about her best friend? She can't live without her"

The comments from them flood my mind, everything is taking over me, as I force myself to stay calm. But, I never meant to kill her, she just asked for it.

My eyes could never stay in one spot for too long. My gaze kept jumping from the floor of the hall, to the other students. i've never felt this sick to my stomach before. it's like someone's pumped my insides full of cement and it's starting to set. i wonder if anyone will ever figure out it was me.

I watched from afar as Aspen's lifeless body was discovered. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that she would never bully anyone again.

But then, I saw the police officers questioning other students, and I knew I had to get out of there. I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid being seen.

Over the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done. I knew that I had to be careful and not leave any evidence behind.

I heard the police were investigating the murder and I knew I had to be even more careful. I stayed low and kept myself out of the public eye. I felt like I was being watched constantly, and that made me nervous.

I decided to investigate the murder myself to see if I could find out what the police knew. I went to the scene of the crime and found a few clues that the police had missed. I knew that I was getting closer to the new truth.

However, I also knew that I had to be careful. If the police found out that I was investigating the murder, they would surely suspect me. I kept my findings to myself and continued to investigate in secret.

As I delved deeper into the case, I realized that there were more suspects than I had initially thought. I had to be careful not to accuse the wrong person, or else I would be putting myself in danger.

As the sun sets and night covers the sky, all that's left is me and my thoughts. I start researching more about each suspect, to see who will I accuse, and who will get the charge. Maybe I could get rid of them one by one, until that one person is left. I just need to make sure the cops aren't on my case.

The bright screen covers my face, the only light in my dark, quiet bedroom. As the faces copy and paste onto the document, I scroll patently, until one catches my eye. "Lizzie Grace" Aspens best friend.

Of course someone will blame her, she has always been jealous of Aspens beauty, but that will all come to a end soon enough. Lizzie is the perfect suspect for this case. She was always seen behind Aspen, always seen as a follower. So all I need to do now is pin point my blame.

As I delved deeper into their research, a whirlwind of emotions consumed me. Frustration mingled with determination, as I sought to uncover the perfect way to lay the blame. Doubt and suspicion crept in, causing my heart to ache with the weight of the responsibility they had taken on. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of hope flickered, fueling my relentless pursuit for answers. Each story that was precisely written to fit the scene perfectly brought a mix of anticipation and trepidation, as I grappled with the moral dilemma of assigning blame. It was an emotional rollercoaster, but I knew that only by facing these emotions head-on could uncover the new truth, that everyone will know, on who, why, and how Lizzie Grace did the brutal murder to our "dear" Aspen Walter.