The Eye and The Heart

Just a normal group conversation, I hope. I can't control my friends to stop talking. It's okay, Quinn, just keep it up. Just one more hour until I can sleep. School just had to make me wake up at 5 in the fucking morning like usual. "Quinn, are you good," Asked My one friend Madison, "because you keep zoning out over there. Is there something on your mind?" Realizing that I have been thinking too deeply, I reply quickly, "I'm fine, I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about." She sighed, nodding. "Anyways, like I was saying... Stella, how long are you going to be gone for..."
I can't really focus on anything. There's been something on my mind lately. I honestly think that some of my friends are shit talking behind my back. When I mean some, I mean Peter, Rose, Harvey and Archie. Belle, I can trust a lot. She and I have been friends since we were toddlers. I remember a time when she slapped one of our old bullies in the face so hard, he fell on his ass. What an enjoyable moment from the past. I just have terrible trust issues these days, especially after a recent drama we've had. It was honestly too stupid to even talk about. Basically what happened was that one friend was angry at the other without them knowing for many reasons, which I cannot explain why. That's my friends though.
As an hour finally passed, they started to leave. Stella and Belle were gone before the hour, and the others are leaving right now. Just weirdly, Peter walked up to me. "Hey Quinn, can I talk to you for a moment," He asked, "I feel like this may be really important to tell you, so please listen to me." He pleaded. I looked at him and sighed, "Fine, tell me whatever you have to say." He took a deep breath in and exhaled. "Quinn, I might be in trouble for something that I've never done." My eyes widened a little. This usually isn't a problem. "Every single time at Night for the past few weeks, I've had feelings of being watched by someone, but there wasn't anyone in my room at all. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do about it." I thought to myself, trying to figure out a quick solution, but only one idea came to mind. "Call the police about it. Maybe you'll catch someone who could be stalking you." He nodded, saying, "Thank you. I know you tried, but that's already a good idea. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He waved goodbye, walking out of the door.
Honestly, that was really weird. That's a problem though. If he has a stalker on him, he could or couldn't be in complete danger from them. How could he have a stalker on him when we haven't been in public for so long? It just doesn't make sense. Whatever, let's just hope that he calls the police if he feels that way once again tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can either stay up or go to bed at my normal time. I'll think about it.
I've been trying to sleep all night long, but the thought of him in danger has been keeping me up. There's just... something pulling at my gut, saying to worry about it, but I'm sure he'll be okay. As long as I close my eyes, I can get sleep...
It's finally the morning, and I've gotten good sleep, surprisingly. I grabbed my phone and sent my morning messages to my friends individually. "Helllooo?" "Good morning, silly" "Wake tf up, you overslept." I always send them funny messages that look serious on purpose. Minutes and Minutes went by, and most of my friends have replied, yet three haven't replied: Archie, Peter, and Belle. Usually, they reply quickly, but they didn't today. Maybe I can have Stella walk with me later to their houses, just to check up if they're okay. I'm worried about them...
Walking with Stella, we talked and had conversations to calm ourselves down. "Quinn, what do you wanna do after school on Monday?" She asked. "Well, Maybe we can go get ice Cream, the whole group," I suggested, raising an eyebrow, "Because I have a lot of money on me that I wanna spend something on. It's really annoying holding onto it." I complained, looking at Belle's house. We were nearly there, thankfully. As we kept walking, we finally got there and knocked on the door. About a minute later, Belle opened the door. "What's up guys?" She asked. "We were just checking up on you. You didn't answer my text." I replied, looking at her. She stepped aside, pointing at her phone. It was plugged in. "I haven't had a chance to text because it's plugged in," She stated, stepping back into place, "anyways, what do you guys need? I know you guys came to check up on me, but it looks like there's something else happening." She crossed her arms, looking at us expectantly, basically waiting for an answer. "Well, Archie and Peter haven't been answering our messages." Stella spoke for me. "Hm... I believe Archie is sleeping right now. He sleeps longer on Weekends. If you suppose, I could call him right now actually." She suggested. We nodded our heads quickly. She chuckled softly, "Alright, hold on." She shut the door on us as we waited.
As I looked around outside, Stella looked at me. "I hope Peter and Archie are alright. They're leaving me worried sick," She whispered, worry evident in her eyes and her voice, "I don't want anything bad to happen to them. I really don't." I took a deep breath, looking at her. "I'm sure they're just fine. You know them. They sleep late sometimes and that's not really their fault." As soon as I finished the sentence, Belle opened the door. "So, Archie is okay. You guys will probably have to check next door to see if Peter is alright. You guys don't have to thank me. Literally anything for my friends." She hugged us. I hugged her back, and Stella took a moment before hugging us.
"Well, you two should get going, go see if Peter is alright. Alright?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and we nodded. "Well, bye guys!" She called out and we waved goodbye to her.
We knocked on Peter's door and the door opened. It wasn't locked. Why wasn't it locked? I'm sure he forgot like usual. "Peter? Are you home," Stella called out, "We just want to make sure you're okay!" She announced worriedly. She walked inside and walked into the living room, her eyes widening. "Q-Quinn. QUINN!" She screamed, her eyes widened. I knew something happened as soon as she screamed. I just wished it didn't happen. I sighed, walking into the living room, and my eyes widened too. Peter was laying on the couch, his throat slit. His eyes were opened, not moving at all. "Oh.. Oh my god, I'm gonna vomit," I started, not looking at the body, "He's dead. He's really dead. I wished that he didn't die." I mumbled, covering my mouth. "Who could've done this!?" Stella sobbed loudly, falling onto her knees. "Whoever did this is completely sick." I whispered as a teardrop fell off of my face.

"You've had this trauma stored in your head. Mixing that with your past isn't good, Quinn. But it isn't your fault because you witnessed something that's so serious," said my therapist, "and now you'll have to deal with something you've never done before. If you need any help, ask me. You're lucky I love the heck out of you." She stated, looking at me. I smiled at that, but the image of Peter still flashed in my mind, making that smile disappear in a flash. "I know that I'm going to get investigated as a witness, but I'll try my best. I don't know what happened to him at all, but his dead body traumatized me. He's one of my friends and I... I lost him." I mumbled, looking at her. The urge to cry wasn't making this better. Matter of fact, it was literally making this whole entire situation worse. This could possibly kill me. "I'm sorry for your loss, Quinn. It makes it crazier that your whole group of friends are involved with this investigation. They still have no leads on who could've killed him since there's no fingerprints or any of that. But once they do find out something, I'm sure they'll tell me about it." She stated, her face serious. If it was the whole group, then that must mean... it could possibly be one of us, or someone else. I did say to myself that we don't usually go out in public too much, so that narrows down the idea it could be someone else, but increases the chance that it could be one of us. I know it isn't me because I was at my house all night long Yesterday. "If there's anything you've heard or seen, please let the investigators know at your interrogation next week." My therapist recommended it. I cleared my throat and spoke up, "I will. I'll see you on Thursday." I stood up. "Bye Quinn. I hope you feel better." I walked out of the room, sighing.
I opened the car door and sat down, sighing. I looked over and Madison was sitting in the driver's seat. "So... like, how did everything go? The usual?" She asked me. I didn't want to say anything, but I nodded. I heard a familiar voice in the backseat. It was his voice. "Yeah, everything went well, Madison. It took me so long with my therapist. She kept asking questions about Peter's death and that." I turned around and looked in the backseat and there he was. It was Peter. His throat was slit and blood was coming out. "Oh my fucking god! What the fuck!?" I yelled, my eyes widened and filled with terror. I blinked, and he was gone. "Woah, Woah, are you okay?" Madison was a little shocked at my outburst. "I'm sorry, I'm just.. Stressed. I thought I saw something but I didn't." I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. "Don't scare me like that ever again, alright? I could've pissed myself from hearing you yell. I've never even heard you yell before. I guess I have to beware of that next time. Do you need a hug or something from whatever happened there?" She asked, opening her arms. "I'm good, I don't need one. I'm sorry for yelling though. I didn't mean to yell like that. It's just there's so much happening this weekend. Yesterday, we found Peter dead and that, you know?" She nodded, saying, "Yeah, I know. It still upsets me that we lost a friend like him. He was funny, really funny. Remember the time that he smashed a pie in his own face? He was like a clown." I smiled a lot, remembering that special moment...
"Hey guys, look at me!" Peter announced, hoping to get our attention. Rose and Harvey were sitting on the bench, looking at him. Me, Madison and Archie looked at him, curious on why he was holding a whipped cream pie. He then raised the pie and smashed it in his face, the whipped cream flying everywhere. He let go of the pie, slowly sliding down his face. His face was covered. "Do you guys like my new look?" He asked loudly, looking at us. We were laughing. "God, he's such a dumbass sometimes." Archie whispered to us, chuckling. "That's Peter for you," I said, rolling my eyes playfully, "that's how he's gonna be in the future..."
"Yeah, I still remember that moment to this day. It's definitely one out of many memories I had with him, but this one was the funniest." I giggled a bit, before it turned into a frown. "It's just now that we won't see that smile from him anymore. We won't hear his laugh anymore. It's been about 3 or 4 days since he's been gone, and I don't even want to show up to school anymore because of what happened. Have you been in contact with the others about it?" I asked her, hoping she did. "Well, yeah, I have. I have been messaging the whole group about it. Rose hasn't answered me in a while though. She's upset about Peter though. She's been going through a tough time lately. Maybe we could buy her roses," she suggested, "maybe that'll cheer her up? I can drive us there. You're lucky that I got my drivers license this year." I nodded, "Yeah, that's a completely good idea. Her name is Rose anyways."
The drive to the store was pretty quick. We walked into the store and searched for roses. Luckily, we found roses, though only white roses. I'm sure she'll like them anyways.
"Why couldn't they have red roses? Those are the prettier ones. God, that's actually so lame of a store." She commented, sighing. "Well, at least we got roses. It doesn't really matter what kind of roses we get her. They're still roses," I gestured to the bag of white roses I was carrying while we walked to the car, "I'm sure she'll still absolutely love them." I smiled warmly, opening the passenger door and getting in. Madison got in the driver's seat and started the car. "Well, if we're going to give her roses, at least bring Harvey along. He's practically a romantic flower boy giver. Isn't he gay or something?" She asked. "I think so? Don't ask me, ask him at some point." She pulled out of the parking space and we left the store.
Finally, Harvey's house. Why does he have to live so far away from us? Anyways, beside that, I now have to wait in this stupid car for them. The rock music that she has on right now is kind of nice and actually scary. But scary has been on my mind now, and that leads to Peter's death once again. I don't understand how he could've died. Yes, his throat was slit, but who did it? What was their motive? Why did they do it? What could Peter have possibly done? Why did they kill Peter? What would've happened-
"Quinn, it's okay. Stop overthinking about it," said the familiar voice, "I'm sure you'll understand what I mean by that." It was him again. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked in the direction. I saw him again, though he was smiling this time. His throat wasn't slit or bleeding. It was like he was still alive. "Promise me on something, Quinn," he started, putting a hand on his chest, "please, please, PLEASE tell someone about what you're thinking. You'll get the truth out faster than you think." My heart raced. He knew. He fucking knew. "I promise. It's going to be difficult for me. But I have a question for you, Peter," I stated, looking him directly in the eyes, "who killed you?" He took a moment to process the words, and when he realized, he frowned. "That's something you'll have to figure out on your own. Good luck."
And that's when he disappeared. I felt a frantic tap on my shoulder, and I looked over back at the driver's seat. "Dude, are you like... okay? YOu've been talking to yourself for the past... 3 minutes maybe?" It was Madison. I looked in the back, and Harvey was sitting on the left. He looked at me, and I made an awkward face. "I... Just don't question anything, please. I'm losing my mind." I mumbled. "Clearly you are, dude. Did you take your meds today?" Harvey asked me. "Fuck! No, I didn't. I will when I get home. But let's go, we need to see Rose."
We finally made it to her house. Each of us got out of the car and walked to the door. Usually, with most of our friends, we would knock, but for Rose, she doesn't really mind if we come in right away. Madison grabbed the door handle and opened it, walking in. Me and Harvey walked in after her. "Rose! We have a gift that you'll love!" Harvey called out. We walked into the living room and it was empty. "Huh, she's usually here." I commented, walking into the kitchen. It was empty too. "Is Rose even home?" Harvey asked, looking at Madison. "Well her damn car is here. Rose!" She called out again. I walked upstairs and into a room. My heart dropped and I felt like I was paralyzed. I didn't expect this to happen on a great day.
Rose is... dead. By the looks of it, she either... killed herself or someone did. There was rope wrapped around her neck and a knife buried in her heart. Her clothes were dried with blood. I... I cannot do this anymore. "GUYS!" I screamed, gasping for air. All I heard was footsteps running up the stairs, and both Harvey and Madison came in, their eyes widening. "ROSE! No, No! Why HER!?" Madison yelled, walking up to her. Harvey looked at me and rushed to me. I felt like I was going to faint.
I dropped my rose on the floor and I fell. The only thing I can remember was the white rose that was dying itself with her blood.

It's starting to make sense now. It's not just one random person killing off my friends, it's one of our friends. It doesn't make sense if you think about if it was a stranger. They don't know our group because we're usually inside all the time, and now Rose is dead. She killed herself, or someone did it for her. I feel like it was staged, that her suicide didn't happen, but the killer made it seem like she did. Thanks to the knife that was plunged in her heart, it makes sense. I'm actually making logical sense in an endless void. I sadly have to float in it, thanks Rose. But thinking about it now, it's one of MY friends. It's either Archie, Harvey, Stella, Belle, or Madison. I don't even trust anyone, except Belle.
"Rose was beautiful, Quinn," Belle whispered to me. I looked at her in my hospital bed, smiling weakly, "once we know who it is, we can put them to jail. But I know there's one person who can do it for us. I know exactly who that person is. It's you." My eyes widened a little, the tiredness moving away like the shore at a beach. "But... But it can't be me. I'm... in this terrible shape. I had to miss my therapy class on Thursday. It's Saturday now, Belle. You don't understand, I'm not the person who can save us all. The person that can-" She cut me off, "Peter told me that he believed in you a while ago. He had hope for you, Quinn. Rose told me that she had been proud of you for doing things none of us cannot. Are you really going to let them down that easily, Quinn?" My eyes opened more, looking at her. The motivation to save myself, to save my group was rushing through me. "I... You're right, I can't let them down. I know my interrogation is today, and it'll be hard. I want hope." I mumbled, looking at her. "Let me tell you a story. It's called "The Boy and The Raven"

"Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Dylan. He would go out walking every day to feed the birds. Though, there was one bird that hated him and it hated him. That bird was called the "Raven." Every single day when Dylan would feed the birds, the Raven would scare away the six other birds. Though, when it saw Dylan, it started to attack him because it had no hope. It wanted to hurt people. But Dylan defended himself. He defended himself and those six little birds. Just when he took enough pecking from the bird, he grabbed the bird and threw it away, making that bird go away. As he looked at the six other birds, he smiled happily, protecting them with all of his heart. He knew that the Raven wouldn't show up for long. But if the Raven did show up, he would protect his birds and himself till the very end. The end." Belle finished reading, smiling. "That... story was amazing, Belle. Thank you for that." I smiled back at her. Wherever she got that story, I loved it.

After the interrogation I just had, Archie came in to talk to me. "Uh, Hey, may I talk to you for a moment, snälla och tack?" He pleaded at me, sitting down next to me. I didn't even say anything and he just started to talk. "The others wanted me to come in and talk to you about the past with Rose. You're lucky I had a lot of memories with Rose." He placed his hand on my hand. "I'd love to hear them. It might take me back to the past." He cleared his throat and started speaking, "I remember the time we hung out at the library after school. We three: Me, you and Rose, we read each other stories about stupid things. Remember how we read it so dumbly? Like how I said "Oeh my gawd, that little boy screamed at his mawther!!" He chuckled softly before stopping, looking at me. "I remember a lot about that day. It's like-" I got cut off by someone familiar. She chuckled softly. It was Rose. "Oh, that day I remember so dearly. It's really refreshing to hear it once again from the man himself." I looked at her, and she looked at me. It was like she was alive again, like I saw with Peter. "Quinn, I just want to say this to you. Belle was right. I had hope for you and I still do. Don't ever forget that, even if it comes from the depressed bitch herself." I chuckled a bit, smiling hopefully. "Do you have your phone on you? Have you seen the pictures of the roses we sent you yesterday?" I asked her quietly, looking at her expectantly. "I have. They're very pretty roses. Just let me say this to you to help you out, okay? I know Peter wasn't able to help, but I can. I had that phone for a reason, and I think it belongs to you to help you out. Just check the messages, alright?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I will. Can I have your phone?" I asked her. She put her hand into her pocket and took out her phone, handing it to me, "Here, take it." Her quiet voice said. I took the phone, and suddenly, she disappeared.
"Quinn? Are you alright? You've been crying for the past 5 minutes and you've been ignoring me. Is everything okay?" Archie worried, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked at my hand, and the phone was gone. "I'm... fine. It's just... hearing you tell me that puts me in a place that I won't ever forget." I wiped the tears from my face, looking at him. I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed something cold. "Did you spray any cologne on you? It smells like women's cologne.." He mumbled, looking at me. "Dude, I wouldn't ever do that. That's for women." I took something out and it turns out, it was Rose's phone.
"...Quinn, why do you have Rose's phone?" asked Archie, pointing at it. I can't... believe it. She gave me her phone. Why is it still here? I thought it disappeared. "I... I found it at her house. I took it." I suddenly spoke. I didn't take it from her house. I didn't even know it was at her house. I took a deep breath in and typed in her password, logging in. I looked at the messages and there was an unknown contact that had been talking to her. I opened the conversation and my eyes widened. "You should kill yourself now, Rose. Nobody wants you on this earth." "Do it, Pussy." Were the last two messages the contact sent her. I'm thinking that she didn't do it. She wouldn't. The murderer did it themself, stabbing her heart and hanging her on the rope.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of warmth go throughout me. It's like I got it correct. But something unexpected happened. Archie got a call from Harvey. He picked up the phone, saying the usual, "What's up?" I couldn't hear the conversation, but when his face turned pale, I immediately knew something was wrong. Was it another murder? I kept those thoughts to myself before he hung up. After the call was done, Archie looked at me and said, "Belle is leaving the friend group. Harvey said that the reason why she was is because of the murders. She doesn't want to be the next one dead. We're going to all have a talk here, including you." He stated, looking at me seriously. "They'll be here in 10 minutes."
One by one, they all walked into the room. Belle and Harvey sat down on the chairs, Stella and Archie sat down on my bed, and Madison stayed standing up. "It's clear that there's something going on with the friend group, and that is clear murder," Madison started, looking at each and every one of us, "One of us here is a murderer. That murderer is in this room, right now, and whichever one of you is it, Shame on you. Shame on you for doing this to us, for making our lives way worse. We lost two really great friends because of this, and now, Belle is leaving us." She was disappointed. Belle finally stood up, looking at us. "Whoever it is, fess up now or forever hold your peace." She looked at each and every single one of us.
"...Belle, are you sure it isn't you?" Stella spoke up quietly, looking at her, "It's like you're making it seem like it's not you when you're clearly the murderer. I mean, you lived next to Peter, and we found him dead. Harvey, Maddy, and Quinn found Rose dead in her bedroom. I was with Archie all day yesterday." She pointed a finger at Belle. Her eyes widened. "I wouldn't do such a thing, Stella! You don't have an alibi!" She argued. "I do, and you don't-" I knew there was something wrong here, and I cut off Stella. "What if Rose was dead for a while now?" I spoke up, looking at both Belle and Stella, "She could've been dead for days, weeks, and we didn't even know about it until yesterday. Don't go accusing people of things they couldn't have done because I know Belle damn well. She wouldn't cause something this tragic and terrible!" I shouted. The room went completely silent for a moment. It kept filling up with more and more tension. "What if it was you, Quinn? It could've been-" Stella got cut off by Madison, "CAN WE ALL JUST SHUT UP!?" She snapped, clearly frustrated. "We all know that Quinn has been taking therapy for the past few months. Do you think a depressed, nervous boy would ever do that!? I don't even peg him as the type to be a fucking... psychopathic murderer! We've all trusted each other, especially how we trusted Quinn, and look how it's all falling apart because of ONE OF US! ONE of us HAD TO BE THAT FUCKING PYSCHO MURDERER! Is this how we treat each other these days now? QUinn has helped us through our ups and downs and we should be fucking glad that we're here today, but blaming him of something that PATHETIC is so fucking stupid!"
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't open my mouth because I started to feel sleepy. I looked over at the bag with liquid in it, and realized that someone put some... drug in it without anyone knowing.
I don't know who it was. But hearing their last words was like a calm sea before a raging storm.

Waking up from the deep slumber, I looked around, yawning. It was nighttime, specifically midnight. The hospital room was empty, and there was nobody but me. I sat up and stretched my arms. I looked at the IV in my arm and grabbed the thing that taped it onto me, tearing it off. I winced, pulling out the IV. I cried a little, but it was not that bad. I got out of the bed and walked to my door, opening it and looking down the hallway. The hospital was empty. I'm in the hospital alone.
I walked down the hallway quietly and checked the rooms around me, finding them empty too. As soon as I looked in front of me, a person was standing down the hallway. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out who it was, but I couldn't. But one thing was: They were holding a knife. That started to panic me. Suddenly, they dashed at me and I turned around quickly, running the opposite way. I ran into my room and slammed the door quickly, panting. "What the fuck!? What the ACTUAL FUCK!?" I started to panic more. I looked around, hoping that something would be there, but there wasn't. But the fragrance of roses suddenly filled the room. It was Rose. I looked to my left and she was sitting next to me, frowning. "You're next, Quinn. I won't let that happen to you, okay? Peter has the situation under control right now." She put her hand on my shoulder, looking at me. "It's pretty cool talking to spirits, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, though I didn't want to answer that. "It's... fine if you don't want to talk. I know that you're going through a lot of stress right now. But you need to realize something. We are you. Peter is you. I'm you. You haven't noticed it yet." I looked at her, intrigued. "But... I'm right here. See?" I gestured to myself, feeling awkward. "It may be the right moment to look." She pointed in front of us. I saw myself fighting the murderer. But I'm right here. "How can I be in two places at once?" I asked her, looking at the fight, "That's really not possible." She sighed, unamused. "I just explained it to you, dummy. Me and Peter, we sometimes control your body. Does it make sense? Remember when Archie said you were crying? Remember how you supposedly said that you grabbed my phone? I was controlling your body while talking to you."
It makes so much more sense now. "If you want to see who that killer is, go ahead." She smiled and grabbed my hand, standing up. I stood up with her and walked over to me and the killer fighting. "Though, beware. It's not gonna be easy." I crouched down and looked at the killer who was struggling. My eyes widened, and I finally knew who it was. "What were their motives to kill you two..?" I asked Rose, still holding her hand. "Well, it was attention-seeking. They didn't get any attention from us, and in reward, we got killed. That's their motive." She sighed, "well, I think it's time we depart. Farewell, Quinn." She vanished, and suddenly, I plunged a scalpel into their arm. I was controlling myself now. They got up and looked at me before running out of the room in fear.
I looked at myself, realizing I've been stabbed in my gut. I sat on the ground, quickly grabbing my phone and calling my friends. Harvey picked up and I explained to him. "Harvey, please come quickly to the hospital. The killer attacked me and it hurts really bad. Please." I gasped, hearing his voice. "We'll be on our way, Quinn, please stay awake. I don't need you dying on me." But even as he said that, I felt myself slowly closing my eyes. I dropped my phone on the floor and held my gut, failing to stay awake.

I gasped harshly, waking up. I was in a different hospital bed. It was already the morning, and my gut was still in pain. I looked and my friends were around me: Archie, Harvey, Belle, and Madison. "Oh my god, you're awake! Oh thank fucking god." Madison exclaimed, hugging me tightly. The others smiled at me, and I knew they were worried on the inside. "So, someone tried to kill you last night, and they almost succeeded. Though, we proved them wrong." Archie said proudly, putting his hands on his hips like he was a proud father. "Uh, actually, I saved him. He called me first, not you." Harvey argued back, crossing his arms and pouting. "Oh come on guys, let's not argue. Be glad that he's actually alive." Madison grumbled, letting go of me and looking at the two men. Belle walked up to me and hugged me, "I'm proud of you, Quinn. You must've fought death pretty hard. They said that you had a high chance of surviving, which was pretty good. If you got attacked, I believe... Well, Stella could be dead. She must've gotten attacked last night too by the murderer." She sighed, frowning, "We can't stop this murderer at all. It's like they're sneaky-" I cut her off, "I know who it is."
The argument died off, and the four looked at me. "You guys missed it. I know who the murderer was thanks to last night's attack." I sighed, sitting up. I coughed a little, clasping my hands together. "It's Stella." Their eyes widened in shock. "If... If it was her, then we should report her, shouldn't we?" Harvey suggested. "Yeah, we should. If it makes it easier to prove to you that she is, look at her arm when you get the chance to see her." I stated. I knew stabbing her would be a good idea.
The day went smoothly, and we reported it. The police took Stella in for an investigation and also took me in. They had to ask me these long questions which was boring, but still, I answered them truthfully. Stella had a bandage around her arm, which I mentioned to the Police that I stabbed her in self-defense. I'll- No, we'll have updates next week about it.

Turns out that they found out she did it. They took her to court, and they put her right in jail. She cursed at me, swore at me and even threatened to kill me. Though, she won't be able to do that. The reason why? It's because I threw that little raven away and tried my best to protect those little birds.