GG is DEAD

Angelina

"What where you doing at 3:30 A.M last night?" The detective asked me.
"I was doing what I always do whenever I can," I replied like it was obvious (and it should).
"What is that?" He asked.
"Watching horror movies, reading, and killing zombies," I said. "And why am I even here?"
He said nothing but instead showed me a picture. It was of one of my friends who I have been friends with for year, Gianna. Or GG for short. We have her the nickname in 5th grade and in stuck.
It showed GG dead, face down on the floor, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. It looked liked GG was repeatedly stabbed in the back. The worst part was that she was sawed in half. Her from the waste down was further behind her. It looked like she was trying to crawl out and get help.
"Why would you think this was me?" I squeaked.
"Well," he started. "Your search history shows that you have looked up people like Jack the Ripper, H.H Holmes, and Lizzie Borden."
"So?"
"Jack and Holmes are both killers and people believe that Lizzie killed her parents."
"It's interesting! I'm not the only one who likes this kind of stuff!"
"You are still a suspect,"
"That doesn't mean I did it!"
"Calm down Miss,"
Calm down? How is he so calm about this? How could he except me to be calm about this!
I quickly got up and reached for my sketchbook and notebook. The investigator put his hand over them. "We will be looking through this. This can provide evidence."
I yanked my books away and marched out. No one was touching my sketchbook.