"Because, in order to write what moves you, you will have to visit your dark place, feel the pain you're afraid of facing. Face all your nightmares and the demons inside of you. You have to become the monster under your bed." Mr.Aboros spoke; it seemed as if everything everyone said was somehow connected to Shane.
We were writing our own tragedy, Shakespeare style. Little did they know I was already facing my own tragedy, honestly? Life is a tragedy. Throwing horrible and sick stuff at you. Seriously, who signed up for this shi-
The knocks on the door frightens the class as they shift in their chairs and sit up. Bad move, by that Sir notices that they weren't paying attention to his 'oh, so important' class. At the same time, a tall and can I just add, very built man walks into the classroom, the class stares as he takes out his wallet and shows his ID card to our teacher.
"Detective Grange" He states his name and then continues. "Is it alright if I borrow a student of yours?" he asks while looking around the classroom, soon enough. His eyes finally land on me and my heart beats so fast as if I just ran a marathon.
Sir clears his throat, and speaks. "Course, who is it you'd like to take?"
The detective looks down at a note he's holding and looks back up saying my name as if he never knew it was me.
"Adria Colburn, please." I look at Xavier begging him for help with my eyes; thankfully he reads and stands up while pushing his chair backwards.
"Where are you taking her?" he says raising his over protective tone, for as long as I can remember Xavier has always been protective over me, when rummor went around that I was dating his younger brother Jonas, he decided to give him 'the talk' and tell him not to hurt me and funny enough, it was such a waste of time because like I said, it was a rummor. I don't think Grange took any notice and just replies with a smirk as he opens the door and slyly says,
"You can come along if you like...Xavier." I swallow as Xavier and I exchange looks, already knowing what's going to happen. He knows our names...we're exposed.
Detective Grange just walks us to the headmaster's office. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I breathe under my breath but there is no point. All three of us are already sitting down on all three seats, but there is one empty seat at the corner of the room. Shane sat there once...I thought to myself as I stare at the soulless and empty chair for what felt like forever.
"You know...a lot of guilty students have sat in that chair, Adria" my thoughts were interrupted by Grange's comment. Was he trying to get me to confess to a crime or something? How ironic...
Luckily for me, being witty Xavier replies to him "Says the one who's been here for approximately five minutes"
I smirk as I and Xavier wait for his reply, but he just gives him a glare and returns back to me. "So, Adria! Tell me, where were you Saturday night? At 7:30pm."
I fiddle with my fingers and swallow as I try and think of excuses to my whereabouts. Shopping with my mother? Doing homework? At the park? A night in at home? No, that's too obvious but thankfully Xavier jumps to my rescue. "With me. My house, you can check with my father."
Grange just sighs and turns his head annoyingly at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise your name was Adria." His tone showed that he was clearly annoyed, but none the less Xavier just made it worse.
"And I didn't realise you were a detective! The surprises life throws at us, eh?" he softly laughs while sitting back at his chair. If this was his tactic of getting this questioning over and done with then it's defiantly not working.
"Alright, Adria. If you were at Xavier's house...why does your mother's statement differ? According to her, you were out in the woods...doing some sort of school project? I mean, you couldn't of been at two different places at the same time. Could you?" he smiles as if he had just caught me in a lie. Sad thing is the fact that he had.
He talked to my mother? Why? What have I done so badly? Why am I such a person of interest?
"She wa-" Xavier was interrupted by Grange.
"I work with the police department, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut, Kane." The threat in his voice scares me but the fact the he used Xavier's surname scared Xavier himself since he never spoke a word again. My throat dry, I let everyone hear my voice for the first time in that room.
"Y-you spoke to my mother?" scared for the answer, I look down and close my eyes knowing that it wouldn't make a difference. He probably just nodded because it stays silent for a few seconds until bravely but regretfully my voice speaks up and asks such a dangerous question.
"Why am I a person of interest?"
He replies, and the reply is probably the worst thing I have ever heard, in all my years of living. He looked me straight in the eyes as if he wants me to become more scared, I swear if my heart beats any faster I'd die from a heart attack.
"Because, Adria. We're still trying to work out why your DNA was found all over Shane Archerbolt's suicide note..."
I could feel my heart stop.
Oh, no...
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-Dedication to Wonder4lgirl for ideas on this chapter-
Oh, no!! Adria, what have you done?? Have you noticed how she always regretfully says and does stuff? Who else finds Xavier and Grange's grudge against each other so amusing? My heart goes out too.....SHANE! Screw the rest XD Jk, jk =D
Alright, apart from that, yes I know I said i'd update tomorrow(Friday) but like...i'm having DW marathon...so, yeh. That comes first xD Sorryyy, at least your ahead now, haha.
My next update on Friday, because Friday has my favourite lessons so it's supposed to be a good day...apart from double science, I NEED TIPS ON HOW TO BLACK OUT XD Just kidding! (No, no. No I'm not kidding)
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غموض / إثارةHe's dead. She and he are to blame. Shane Archerbolt has supposedly committed suicide but why do Xavier Kane and Adria Colburn look so guilty and covered in his blood. What possible explanation do two high school kids have? Rot and die of guilt in a...
