𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 [on hold]

prologue

I just witnessed someone die.

I watched in silence as I noticed the sharp blade pierce through Ambrose Kensington's heart, as he begged for the person to stop. As he begged for the person to save him, save his life. Through the darkness, I watched him trying to steady himself, as he held his head up.

I just witnessed a murder.

Run, I told myself, as my nails dug into my skin, deep enough to cause a cut, but I didn't pull them away.

I wasn't supposed to be here, I'd been arguing with my best friend, for a moment, and in search of the bathroom, I'd found myself here. 

Go back, pretend that this never happened, a small voice in my head told me. But how could I possibly do that? 

The guilt would eat me alive. But if I did tell someone, who was to guarantee me my safety? I'd end up just like him. 

Dead and lifeless. The picture of my own body, bleeding with a blade pushed down my heart, flashed in my mind.

I heard a soft giggle behind me. Probably some intoxicated couple finding an empty room to make out in. I had to leave before anyone spotted me. Stumbling over in my heels, I managed to walk back to the corridor. Just before I was leaving, I spotted Ambrose's dull brown eyes shut.

He was finally dead. There was nothing I could do. 

Would I be consumed by guilt for the rest of my life? I would, but that meant I'd be safe. After all, a couple of lies were nothing to protect myself. 

I'm sure Ambrose wouldn't have batted a lash if that would've been me, laying on the bed, blood gushing out.

I knew that someone would find the body eventually, that they'd be suspected, they'd be asked about every little detail, and I could go on living my life, like I wasn't there.

All I need now, was some silly alibi and no proof of me ever being close to that room. 

A few fibs and made up stories, and my life would go back to normal again. 

Or not.

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this took me an embarrassingly long time to write HELP. i kept typing and switching up the povs and in the end, it was a mess, so i had to rewrite it. 

that being said, i've been inspired to write this book by many, many wattpad ones. like, you know those really good books that you wish would be published?

there's so many of those, i'll make a separate chapter for crediting every single person, book and thing which inspired me to write LLM. <3