Two Sides of the Same Coin

Truth

Tuesday, 4:30 PM

I walked to the police station again with Kala's journal. I told Ellie not to come today so she could rest since she's been working nonstop and she could spend some more quality time with her mother. We've known each other for about seven months since we got her to work for us. She moved with us when we moved to Wyoming because she felt that I needed someone there for me besides my father.

Dark clouds seemed to follow me all the way to the police station. I walked in and the same lady was at the front desk.

"Hello, sweetie, Detective Collins will be with you shortly."

I thanked the woman then sat down and read the newspaper from this morning. It showed the school's lacrosse team win the championship. Jackson's face was on the cover and I made a noise of disgust.

"Hello, Ms. Lane. I'm Detective Collins," said a tall, muscular man. I noticed his eyes were dark and he didn't hold out his hand for me to shake it. Very welcoming.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, sir."

"Well let's go sit in my office in back," Detective said and led the way.

The station was small so it didn't take long to get to his office. The station hasn't been touched since the seventies, I assume. The old red and white tiles on the floor were cracking, and the wallpaper on the wall was peeling.

"I'm curious to hear you opinion on the suicide your friend committed." The detective said while sitting back in his chair. He put his feet up on the desk and played with a pen in his hands.

"Well, she gave me her journal by accident on the day before she was found dead. She was supposed to tutor me, since my grades weren't doing very well and all; so she gave me her notes to help me."

Detective rubbed his chin and said, "Interesting . . . . Please continue."

"Kala's boyfriend had stopped by my house a few days ago and told me not to get him involved, this seemed a little fishy so I looked through her journal and found out that on the day of her death she went out with Jackson." I showed him the part in her journal where she wrote it.

"So you think Kala didn't kill herself and Jackson killed her?" Detective Collins questioned while he skimmed his eyes over the journal entry.

"Yes." I replied matter-of-factly.

"Jackson already came in for questioning, he said that Kala didn't go out with him because she had something else going on. He showed us the text messages to Kala and what Kala sent to him."

My heart sank. "No it-it can't be. All of the evidence I had pointed to him. Like at school when he came over to Kala, she grimaced in disgust then put a fake smile on! It was him! He's lying." I yelled getting up out of my chair. My heart started to race and my breathing came in and out in short angry breaths. I surprised myself as to how angry and frustrated I had become.

"Well, I'm sorry. Again, Jackson had proof of the text that showed Kala canceling on him. I think you should go and get some rest and accept the fact that Kala has passed on. Maybe you should go to therapy once a week to talk things out with a professional." The look on his face was clear, he wanted nothing to do with Kala's suicide. Does anyone in this town care?

I picked up my backpack off of the floor and walked home. The rain started to drizzle then poor. I didn't care. Let myself get soaked, my mother isn't here to scowl at me. My father is still locked up in his room, what is he going to say. Ellie isn't home so she can't be my parent at the moment.

I walked up the driveway, opened the front door, and slammed it close. I stomped up the stairs and threw my backpack onto the floor of my room. I walked over to my desk, sat down, and cried.