Where monsters run wild

[12] Mourning

If there is a mourning for me, don't go.

Of course it all made sense didn't it, only the murderer wouldn't attend the mourning, but Will had been late in sending me that letter but he always had a second option up his sleeve and if he wanted to frame me, he would frame me.

I think I always knew Will was soulless but I had never acknowledged it, this is also made sense as to why I'd never known about his relationship with Naho, because he never really loved her and when you love somebody you'd never be able to keep completely quiet about them, you'd want to talk about them and even if you didn't you'd still have that happy light in your eyes which Will had never posessed.

Will had always been an amazing actor and acting the part of a suicidal and distraught lover had not been hard for him, I got that now, now I got why the look in his eyes was not grief but feral hunger, he was not mad but a psychopath.

I always knew it was murder from how Naho screamed that night, like she'd pushed rather than having jumped, the scream was a horrified one. And a deftly planned murder at that;

He gave me the note from 'Naho' so that I'd believe her death was suicide and listen to him, the note would always serve as evidence that I could possibly be the murderer.

The glass he had broken was to get my attention, he had known then that I was awake and he had not broken it to harm himself but for me to get blood on my own hands, a rather ingenious idea.

Taking me with him to records was smart too, I'd touched the records with bloody hands, and I remembered he never touched the records himself, just shook them out of the file, shook the records he wanted out of the file so that my bloody hand prints would stain themselves on the paper forever.

The 'group' he had introduced me to was not full of suicidal people but people who killed, people who killed and then laughed over it, it was something Will had let slip , when he spoke then that had made me think, she seemed to be different, like she'd joined our group to give us hope but in the end, she was the first one to go...

So she had intervened, that's what he had really meant and he had gotten rid of her, how? By making her believe he was a poor suicidal boy who had fallen in love with her.

The pictures, he had so many, most of them looked like unawares, of course he'd gotten someone to take them, someone was always watching them, their relationship was never real and personal, in a real relationship you'd want to be completely alone with your significant other.

Someone in grief would never burn the pictures of the person they'd lost, they'd hold onto it and torture themselves with the knowledge that they could have helped, it was something a suicidal person would do...

The fire, Will had never really meant to just burn the pictures, he had planned to burn the whole school down and all the evidence with it, but he'd forgotten me, forgotten that I'd intervene but Will was smart, he merely let me run away.

He knew I'd hurt myself, of course he knew, he'd seen me put the glass shard into my pocket.

He was a criminal genius but he was also my best friend.

He'd forgotten that I'd observed with him for years now and even the greatest minds, they have a pattern to doing things that one could always trace and I had traced Will's.