Colors of Solitude

Chapter 6

Lexi's POV

When the police were satisfied with what they found, they told us to go home. Although, it felt more like they had ordered us to. However, I was not one to follow the rules, after all I was curious. Walking a couple of blocks towards my home to make it look like I was leaving was no problem. Luna and Winter had said they had somethings to take care of and left to who knows where. When I felt like enough time had passed, I looked at my phone, pretending to text someone, and turned to the direction of the crime scene. There were some people around so I wanted to look like I had a reason to leave.

Some officers were still lurking about, so I had to avoid being seen. It was awkward crouching as I tried to move around. Deciding that entering the building was too risky, I just watched from one of the art room's windows. There weren't a lot of people in the room compared to the main entrance, so I could see what they were doing.

Now there were people in different uniforms labeled with a big blue bold word, Forensics. Great, now I'm seeing more colours. I had grown curious at who triggered this, but I thought that could wait for another time. I felt the art room look more alive, as I pictured these 'colors' being used. They were much better than seeing the different shades of 'black', 'gray', and the colour 'white'.

After that day with the fire, I had gone home and called my friend Winter. She seemed knowledgeable about this topic, so I asked her what we saw in place of these 'colors', she answered by naming those other colors I had just mentioned. I had also asked her if other people saw things like this too, she said that she didn't know. After that she told me something came up, then proceeded to hang up. I'm not sure why anyone never wrote an instruction manual for this, someone might have but since no one reads instruction manuals, I wouldn't be surprised if it was forgotten.

After they were done examining Luke's body, they told the details to the police. The windows were broken and piles of debris near the building shielded me from their eyes, so I was close enough to hear them speak. They spoke of a murder weapon used to kill him, it was likely an art utensil that had perished in the fire. Since the fire destroyed a lot of evidence that could have been used to find the murderer, they would resort to the pile of blood left by someone that could have been the killer.

I'm not sure how someone managed to get injured enough to leave that much blood, but I'm sure it had to do with that loud bang earlier. Now that I think of it, shouldn't there be at least one person out here?

Right when that thought appeared in my mind, I saw two people carrying cans of brightly colored spray paint in the corner of my eye. "This is so cliche!" I thought. If I wanted to be out of sight, I had to squeeze between a couple piles of debris while staying as close to the ground as I could.

The two people nearing the building spoke to the officers and forensics. I had no time to listen in on what they were saying because there was no time to waste. As they talked amongst each other, I made my escape and fled away from the school.

Then, I spotted what the two people were doing with the cans of spray paint. They marked what looked like a trail of blood. It was safe to assume that the pool of blood from the art room, and this was from the same person. I looked back to determine if I could be seen from here, I could but the people investigating were currently preoccupied with their conversation, so it Lukes like I was safe for now. "I am so sorry brother," I mumbled as I mentally laughed at my own joke. Then, felt disgusted with myself as I remembered that he was dead.

The trail wasn't a consistent line, it suddenly stops with the exception of a few drops of blood at the end. Just by looking at it, I could feel the pain the person went through and felt a little sorry for him or her. I thanked the person that allowed me to see the colors, because without it I might have never spotted this. This was a little clue, however it was better than nothing. If I was in a situation like this, I probably would head to my house to pack some things in case the police decided to make that blood sample useful. So, at least I knew the general direction of where the person lived.

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Hey guys thanks for reading this chapter!

I am so sorry this chapter was a bit short

But I promise you the next one will be probably long

To make up for the short chapter, here is the pun of the day

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Pun of the day:

An Englishman, Frenchman, Spaniard, and German were walking together when they saw a street performer. However, because of the street performer was short he had to grab a box. When he stood on it he asked the 4 men, "Can you see me?"

They said,

"Yes"

"Oui"

"Si"

"Ja"