Augustin?! He is dead?! Why?!
I expected to wake up from this nightmare, but after minutes of shock it didn't happen.
What time is it? How did I come here anyways?
I got up from the couch and went to my room, I shut the door, and sat on bed, I thought and thought, and came to a conclusion, a solution...
It's Saturday, about ten o'clock on the morning. I put on jeans and black jackets, put my hair down from the messy bun, and shuffle my phone, keys and a special camera on the jacket's pockets.
What did I miss?...
Breakfast!...an apple would be enough.
I went to the dry cleaning shop, but it was closed by the police, of course, they must be investigating the case...and that's exactly what I wanted to do, first of all, because I think Paleozoic had something to do with it, and secondly because I've always loved enigmas, and also maybe because that guy was the first to talk to me, the zombie girl...
Unfortunately I won't be able to remember his face... because it's beautiful, and i, the psycho, can't remember anything but ugly figures.
In our town, these kind of crimes never happened, at least not on public...who knows.
I must say that the way he or she killed him is pretty cool...a pack on the back for them creativity...
I said I think Pale had a hand in this case, because it happened more than once, with some of my old dead "friends" that he didn't like too...not a big deal, just some of them moved, some got sick, some had accident and eventually died. Not a creative murderer but anyways...
I don't understand why he would do it without my permission? It's not like I'm going to kill them, he is.
I just hate surprises, when things go according to the plan, no one horrified, i won't horrified...but as my role model the Joker said, when only one little mare dies, everybody start losing their minds! So for me, if I want to kill a mare, i should first actually kill him then say that he is going to be murdered, in this case they will get surprised two times, the first one on my will to kill him and the second one on the fact that he's not on his luxurious home watching TV and drinking champagne on the bathroom sweet, but already ripped to pieces, thrown in little garbage packs on the street he once called the St of homelessness.
When i got to the crime scene, it seemed like the police had already assigned the case to a detective, and now they are collecting evidence. I was on the next building roof top, it's a good place to take pictures of the investigating files the dumb police officers had on their hands, don't worry my camera zoomed enough for these kind of heights.
These information's might help me find who did that...Well i guess that's why i shouldn't have friends after all, if i do, I'll only be wasting endless time looking for them, and helping them. I wouldn't have time for any self-improving activities and i always appreciate time, so i went for isolating, because Pale isn't a Human, maybe i can touch him, but i can't feel that human sense of warmth...what am i saying! That's ridicules! I need nobody! And nobody needs me too! I'm just doing this, because of my sense of curiosity!...I'm such a controversial being.
I hurried down to one of the near tattoos shop, i believe the police wouldn't go to it because...well because it simply doesn't look like a tattoo shop or any kind of shops, it looks like a normal house, but i know, because i had one-a tattoo- when i was sixteen over there. It's a stupid one, that i now regret having it, it says Blame on the left side of my collarbone.
I entered the shop, i eye contacted two people then headed directly to the basemen.
"Liana! What's up girl! Haven't seen you in what? Two years?" a familiar voice catch me on the corner of the baseman, she was cleaning some needles i guess.
