Bloody Mary

Chapter 3 - Justice Must Be Served

The next thing I knew, I was at Megan’s house. The bed squeaked as she was rolled out the front door. Thoughts stating to pop into my head about why this had happened. All I could picture was her mum sitting on the step crying for her daughter.

“Hi” I said quietly to her mum.

“Come… give me… a hug!” She said crying, I barely made sense of what she was saying.

As I sat there hugging her, with my shoulder getting wet, I noticed something strange. The woman that I had seen in the mirror at the antique shop was in the reflection of the front window. This was just getting too creepy. I slowly lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at her with sympathy. I know it may have been weird to ask, but I had no other choice.

“Can I go see Megan’s room?”

“But…but… there’s so… much… blood!” She stuttered and then burst out into tears again.

“Please, It would mean a lot to me.” Her mum still looking at me with tears streaming down her eyes. “Please? She was my best friend!” I persisted.

“Okay” she said timidly.

“I promise I won’t change or move anything in her room.” I told her. She smiled faintly and turned to watch her daughter being put into a coroners van.

I had always hated Megan’s room. Bright pint with flowers and then all the furniture was white. It reminded me of someone who had still not grown out of their little kid faze. She had mirrors everywhere, and they all had pictures of her with boys stuck on the inside of the frame. But when I opened the door, the smell of dried up blood drifted out the bedroom. He closet door was open, with the full size mirror showing my reflection. She may have been up herself, but she was still one of my closest friends. Everything was like I had remembered it. When I walked into the bathroom, there were her scented candles and towels everywhere, make up on the floor and a bloody hand print on the mirror. Police officers were walking around trying to find clue as to what had happened.

“What are you doing up here?” One of the officers asked me. He was tall and bald, not really what you would expect from an officer. I was expecting them to be eating donuts.

“I just wanted to see where it happened.”

“Well I’m asking you to leave, and it was an accident” He said trying to reassure me.

“Accident?”

“Yeah a stroke. Poor girl.” He started to walk away.

“Nothing was wrong with her though! She was healthy! Healthier than me!” I yelled at him.

“That’s what her mum said, that’s why we’re trying to find out what happened.”

“She didn’t do drugs, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Well you never know with young beautiful girls, you can get into anything just to be popular.”

“She has been popular since kindergarten!” I yelled at him. He stared at me as though I had offended him.

“Shoo” He said lifting his hand and gesturing me out of the room.

I turn around and walked out her bedroom door, the smell of fresh air hitting my face. I didn’t realise how bad blood smelt until I left the room. I realised I wasn’t going to be able to figure out what really happened until the police left the house. But that wouldn’t be for a while. I was trying to think of a plan as I was walking down the stairs, before I heard sobbing. Megan’s mum was now sitting in the kitchen looking at old photos. A thought clicked in my head.

“Would you like me to stay here with you for the night? Just to get you through this till tomorrow.” I asked politely, hoping she would say yes.

“Yes, thank you!” She said smiling but still crying.

I ran back home and got some clothes to spend the night. When I got back to Megan’s house the police cars had all gone. Her mum was still sitting at the table looking at all of the photos that she had taken with Megan.

“She was such a beautiful girl” She had stopped crying but her eyes were still red and you could see the sadness in her face.

“She was”

“I don’t understand how she could have died like this!” Looking like she was about to start crying I quickly replied.

“Some things just happen because it’s the persons time to go.” Thinking maybe that would upset her more I tried to say something that would make her smile. “She loved you so much, and I know it’s not fair. But just think, now she can watch over you. I smiled hoping it made her feel better.

“I know. But no mother wants to outlive her child!”

She stared into the photo and I slowly walked away. I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? I couldn’t make anyone feel better. I didn’t know anything about how Megan felt about her mum. She always complained about her. Now I was trying to make her mum fell happy but with lies? This isn’t how I planned but it’s the only way to get to here room and be alone. I walked out of the bathroom and Megan’s mum was laying on the couch.

“Are you okay Mrs Portakol?” I asked, hoping that she wasn’t sick.

“I’m fine, but I think I might just rest here tonight” She looked over at the stairs and then faced me. “I don’t think I will be able to make it up the stair knowing that she died only a few meters away.”

“Okay, but I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, is that okay with you?” I asked, hoping she would be okay with it.

“Yes, and you have a good nights sleep!”

I started to walk away and yelled to her. “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” She said quietly and turned to face the TV screen.

I walked away feeling bad about what had happened to her in the last 24 hours. I felt bad for myself. I didn’t feel sad that Megan had died, I wanted justice on how she died. Just like how I wanted justice n how my dad died.

As I opened Megan’s bedroom door it squeaked scaring me. I started looking around the room, for something, anything that could prove that it wasn’t a stroke. On her desk was a computer, which she had spilt water on the week before still half working and then I looked next to it and it was her house phone. A bloody handprint on the phone as well as the mirror, well that’s weird. I looked at it and wondered whether or not the police realised that it was there. But then again the police didn’t pick up on anything, and if they did find it, they would have just said it was Megan trying to call for help.

I realised that maybe I should have been looking in the bathroom and not her bedroom. I opened the door of her bathroom and walked in. The floor was sticky form the blood and it smelt like an animal had been rotting in there for days. I looked up at the mirror and the smell of varnish started pouring in. Something wasn’t right about the mirror. I noticed some blood at the bottom of the mirror that looked like it was coming from behind it. I turn the mirror around and staring at me strait in the face was a name. A name that I had heard and seen before.