I almost got away completely. Not from this world, like Carly, but from the police building-thing-ma-bob. But, a security guard stopped me. Asked me to state why I was running. That’s when I told him.
“I’m running from the truth.” He just gave me a concerned stare, then asked me to stay where I was. It was hard to run. The guilt was holding my heart down. Making it hard to move at all.
Within seconds the same, sloppy woman that was viewing the videos came out with the cop. I could hear them talking about me. Then, the lady grabbed my arm, and pulled me back into the room.
It was like she was torturing me. Making me watch the videos even though I knew how it would end. Giving in, I sat down in my old chair behind her desk, and got myself seated. "Next video?"
"Next Video." I said, only half ready to see the girl that could be alive if I wasn't so stupid. The tension came back to me, and I felt strained as Carly's voice chirped.
"Hi Spencer, MA gal! Was-sup? I just got home! Want to see a tour of my house?" Carly asked, smiling. In the background, roses where everywhere.
"My room. After all, I was always the girly one." Carly chuckled, tracing her hands down the roses painted onto her wall. In perfect sync, her carpet was red, and the wall behind the roses was green, then blue, then a wide, yellow sun.
Hanging on a painted cloud, was a bunch of pictures. Pictures of both of us.
As Carly turned the camera around, it showed different items, including a yellow dresser, and a bed with a flowery-set on it. On the side was a windowsill that was big enough you could sit on it. Pillows on the sill indicated she did.
Every thing was so perfect. No signs of depression shown. All, but a picture of a woman shoved under Carly's bed.
The officer must have seen the same thing as I did, because she paused the video, and zoomed in on the picture. "Do you have any idea who this lady is?"
I hastily shook my head. For once, it was the truth. I didn't. I released the chairs arm, and leaned in closer. "No idea."
The cop, unsure what to think, got out her phone. "Hello?.... No.... But we did find something.... a picture... of a woman.....yeah, under her bed..... the witness doesn't know...... room 231..... See you." She hung up, as the same man burst into the room.
He leaned down, and looked at the video. From this angle he looked younger. Like he was a college student, just finished, and got his diploma to become a security guard.
"Have you ever seen that lady? Put her down on the people review, and investigate."The female police officer commanded. For the first time, she put her mug behind her name tag, and I could see her name. Mrs. Morgans.
"No I haven't." The security guard stood up, and started to walk out the door, Mrs.Morgans frowned. Then, she turned to me, smirking. "Looks like we've got a mystery on our hands."
I rolled my eyes gently. "I don't mean to pop your bubble, or anything, but this is real life. The 'demon', or as Mystery Inc would refer to it, as the 'monster' inside of Carly had already killed someone."
Surprised by my sudden snappy attitude, Mrs.Morgan looked a little dazed. But, she came back with another line. "Maybe not, but we still have to unmask why the 'monster' did it."
"Good luck." I said, with a note of sarcasm. She pursed her lips, and just looked at me. In anger, Mrs.Morgans started to tap her fingers on the table, causing the coffee in the mug to make a ripple. "Doubt you can figure any cases out."
"That is no way to speak to a member of the officials." She stated, calming down, and pressing a button, that allowed her to talk over loud speaker. "Room 231. Security."
Within seconds, the cute security guard, and another guard grabbed my arms, and guided me out of the room. I sighed, and thought to myself. What a bitch. Over reacting. I just stated my side of the arguement.
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Who's the Lady? Who's the mystery guest- and what does she have to say? Can Spencer get back in? Find out next time, leading up to the big question,
"Why'd she jump?" Or, for all we know, "Who pushed her?".
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Teen FictionEverybody asks questions. Some of them are rude, and some of them are kind. Some odd, some common. But one of the biggest questions in the country was why? Why'd she jump? Everybody thought Carly had the world going for herself. She was beautiful...
