Finding Evidence

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I go home after school ended. I place the picture the guy gave me and set it next to the picture I drew of Rose. I than threw my bag down onto the floor next to my bed, and throw myself onto my bed, curling up in a blanket that Rose had bought me for christmas. Its my fav color. Green. She sewed her name into it, and sprayed lots of her perfume on it. She used to wash it for me. So that it always smell like her. I than start thinking of people who would rape and kill her.

The next day, I don't go to school, again. I go to her house, climbing up through her window, and right into her bedroom. I look through some of her stuff. Trying to look for something that would come across as evidence. I found a black piece of hair on her dresser. I picked it up with a pair of Roses tweezers and stuffed it into a little baggy I had in my bookbag.

"Who has black hair?" I look around her room some more, until I heard someone coming up the steps, so I go to the ground as lightly as I could and rolled under the bed. Someone comes walking into the room. It's a guy. I can tell by the way he walks. I take my phone out, trying to take a picture of the guy. I put my phone back into my back pocket, I look over at her dress, and see that my bag is sitting there. The guy turns towards my bag, and decides to go through it. He found the note I got from my dead girlfriend. The guy than decided to shove the paper into his pocket and left the room.

I scooted out from under the bed, and my phone ended up dropping out of my pocket while I was going out of the room. I went to go grab it, but the guy was coming back. He probably heard the thud from downstairs. So I just left it and ran away from Roses house. When I got to the side of my house. I realize I had also left my book bag there. I than punched the nearest tree really hard. I ended up breaking my hand, and I screamed really loud. My mother wasn't home, the people across the street ended up calling 911. I went to the hospital, and I was in there for about a week.

While I was in there, someone requested to see me in private. So I told the nurse to let them in, and this guy came walking in, and told to nurse to leave the room, and when she did the guy came walking over to me, taking something out of his back pocket.

"You think your sneaky little girl?" He laughs throwing my phone onto my hospital bed.

I picked the phone up, and looked up at him, with a evil glare. "How did you get that?"

"Oh. I don't know. Maybe because you left your back back, and you dropped your phone, while I was at my cousin's house." He laughs again, glaring at me.

I get uncomfortable with him just glaring at me, so I look away from him. "You have no evidence I was there when you were."

"You may not think I don't, but I do little girl." He gives me a death stare and grabs my broken arm. "Don't make a sound! Or I'll kill you."

I try to hold the scream in so I reach over, and try to press the button for the nurse. "Let go of me asshole!"

He squeezes my arm tighter. "Or what, you going to report me to the police?" He laughs again.

"YES!" I get mad, cringing a lot. I try to pull my arm away, and I ended up screaming.

A nurse comes running in asking what happened.

The guy then changed his mood telling the nurse that I moved it too fast, and he left the room glaring back at me, with a smirk on his face. When he had completely left the room. The nurse had looked at my arm, and told me to be more careful, and wrapped it up better. I get a text from a number I didn't notice, and I checked it as it says.

YOUR NEXT.

I deleted the text and went to go look at the photo I had taken, and the guy who was in the room when she was wasn't the same person who came into my hospital room.

I deleted the text and went to go look at the photo I had taken, and the guy who was in the room when she was wasn't the same person who came into my hospital room

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The guy looked like he was a good guy. "Why was he in Rose's room?"

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