" death is not scary. It's where we'll end up that is "
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Nina invited Devon over at our table.
"I really miss them." Nina said.i held back my tears and Devon only glared at the table.
"I know." Devon replied.
"You know what?" Nina said more like a question. "I'm going to figure out who've done this."
"What?" I almost yelled. "You can't do that."
"Why Eleanor? Why can't I? The damn police won't find anything soon."
"She right. I'm in." Devon said.
"This is not a good idea."
"Why? You don't understand how depressed I am. Corbin was about to ask me out. I wanted that day to happen." She said, angrily as her tears flowed down. She slammed the table loudly.
"Fine, I'm in."
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"We don't know how to do this." I said, shaking my head.
"We don't know one damn thing about this murder. We don't have clues. We can never find him."
"Him?" Devon questioned and I quickly added, "or her but I mean a female cannot kill two people at the same day."
"You're so sexist."
"Really? Well, thank you." I said, faking blushing and he nudged me.
"Guys stop playing around. There is no time for joking."
"Well, he kind of started it." I said, which made her glare at me and I shrugged.
"Okay, we have to try to figure out something." She explains. "Like maybe he has his fingerprints around their house."
Would Jaw have his fingerprints laying around? The answer to this question was a big fat no. I felt very guilty, me knowing who the murder is.
There actually trying to find him. But it's no succeed to this. I am only hoping they would stop and make me feel less guilty.
"Hey, Eleanor?" Devon said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I was asking you if Casey was at you're place the day of her murder."
"Yes, why?"
"No good reason. Just a question." He said with a smirk.
Or was he trying to prove something?
Did he think I killed them?
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"So, what do we have so far." I asked, handing them a mug of coffee.
"Well, nothing except for her boyfriend. I never met him."
"I did." I said, quickly. They looked at me.
"You did?" Nina asked.
"Yes, um he's sweet and all. He came to the funeral and gave his word to Mrs. Willow."
"Interesting." Devon said. He almost sounded like he didn't believe me.
"What?" I asked. "You guys don't believe me?"
"Did we even say that." Nina said, calmly. "Now moving on, what was his name if you actually met him?"
"Jaw."
"Last name?" I shook my head, "I don't know." Devon only began to glare at me.
"So you live here alone?" Devon asked, looking around, admiring the furniture.
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Creepy pasta
Fanfiction(The Boy Who Murdered Love" I fell in love with the boy who murdered love and broke every piece of my black stoned heart. {Will be going through some major editing soon..!..} WARNING: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN!
