Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Seventeen

A/n: I find it extremely amusing that you all have no clue on who the killer is. I think that means I'm doing a good job, right? What I wanted to ask, are any of you good with Photoshop or do any of you know someone who's good with it? It's pretty important so I'm praying that there's someone out there reading my story who's capable of doing this. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to vote & comment! The more you vote and comment, the faster I'll update.

I think the most important thing in life is, no matter what crosses your path, is that you just have to keep walking. No matter the environment you're in. Whether you're in a beautiful, sunny landscape or a dark and dangerous tunnel. But when someone is constantly pushing you to the ground, it can be very difficult to find the strength to get back up and keep walking.

I sat on the couch, playing with the hem of my shirt while I softly hummed the tune of a lullably that my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl. I could hear them outside, they had taken Ethan's body away about thirty minutes ago and now they were cleaning the mess. At least that's how I heard them call it. Did you know there are special cleaning companies that clean crime scenes? Yeah, me neither. I can't imagine what it would be like to get up every morning, knowing that you'll have to clean the blood and left over body parts of those who were alive just hours before.

They had asked me to keep the front door open so I was facing away from it, I didn't want to see what they were doing. I needed to be strong and normal for Niall and Harry. Not weak and insane, I couldn't help them like that. A few moments later, another officer walked in, without knocking.

"Miss Clark?" He spoke, speaking rather softly.

"Yes? Is it over?" I asked, turning around and getting on my feet.

"Yes, we're done. I'm sure one of my colleagues asked you this already but I'd like to ask it again. Are you sure you haven't seen or heard anything strange? Do you have any idea on who could've done this?"

"No, I haven't seen or heard anything and I don't know who did this, I really don't know. I'm sorry." I replied, looking down while pulling on a loose string of my shirt. I hadn't told them about the small note that was attached to Ethan's body when I found him. I had taken it and put it away in one of the kitchen cabinets. The police obviously wasn't doing anything to find him, I needed to do this myself.

"That's a shame, I need to ask you to not leave the country until the investigation is over, miss Clark." The man who looked to be in his late twenties, replied.

"I wasn't planning on leaving the country." I mumbled. Thinking about how it would be like if I had remained in England. How bad were all those judging people, compared to the hell I am in right now? I would give anything to be able to move back there, but I couldn't leave Niall and I didn't want to, quite frankly.

The officer nodded before putting his hat back on and leaving my house, closing the door behind him. I slowly walked towards the window, looking through it as the man walked back to another officer who was sat behind the steering wheel of a police car. I think it was officer Dawson but I couldn't see it very well. I took a deep breath and walked in to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and turning it on. It immediately lit up with a new message.

"Hey Riley, I was wondering if you're alright, I haven't heard from you in a while. I'm coming by in an hour, I need to talk to you about something. - Harry"

Harry had sent me a text this morning, before he got here and got arrested. What was it he needed to talk about? I still don't know if I could trust him or not, like officer Dawson said, I didn't even know him that well. My mind was racing, trying to progress everything that was happening, trying to figure out who I could put my trust in, it was tiring.