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Ashley was found dead in her car the next morning. Her body was as mutilated by the fire as the others that were found. And the person that found her was just as messed up as the situation. The killer had gotten to her and our last encounter was a fight. The last time I saw her, the last moments we spent together, the last breathes I had witness come out of her mouth, the last words! Had-had been out of anger! It didn't seem real that morning when I woke up. It didn't even seem real it didn't it really didn't it really really really didn't oh god I just I just I-I-I-I-I- just can't fucking god fucking!
Sorry-just that-that day. That day was the day I had a mental breakdown after learning the news. My mom drove me to the hospital and a couple of doctors came in trying to calm me down. "Please come with us, please." One of them tried taking my arm and I started to push them, fighting them. "No! No!" They were bigger than me, much stronger, they took me to a room that was all cushion.
I guess they were afraid I was going to try and kill myself. I cried and I cried and I cried, there wasn't much else to do. There wasn't anything I could do. I didn't know the time or anything. I just was crying and crying I-I completely lost it four or five times until some doctor came in. "There's something your mom thinks you should see." They took me to another room a couple hallways down with a T.V.
It was the news, covering the case. Detective Rivers was on it. "Emma would always come home from school with bruises and tears in her skin. She wouldn't talk to me. Not to anyone. She never told me anything. I knew nothing of her social life because she never let me in. She didn't have very many friends so I worried about her. I knew someone was picking on her but I didn't know who. I knew she was losing it too. I knew she couldn't take all of this. I thought Olivia was that someone who was picking on her.
And a friend of Emma told me that there was 'some stuff going with Olivia'. So I thought Olivia must've been giving Emma a tough time." He was interrupted and that's when I realized he, Detective Rivers, was handcuffed. "So you killed Olivia for bullying your daughter?" "Yes. I couldn't stand watching her come home knowing she was on the verge of taking her own life. I couldn't stand it. I'm her father for crying out loud. So what was I supposed to do? Sit back and watch her suffer? Or go out there and try and change something."
Detective Rivers was arrested and convicted for the murder of Olivia. They found her blood on a scrapped of his shirt out in the woods somewhere. It looked like he had lit it on fire but, it died out and didn't burn it completely. Once I learned this I didn't talk. Not to anyone. I just started crying more and more and more and more. Because I was that friend who told Detective Rivers. I told him when I was delivering a pizza to his house that day after finals ended. I just said: "Some stuff was going on with Olivia." That was it. I was sure he understood what I meant. Some stuff was going on with Olivia. Olivia! His daughter's friend! His daughter's friend! Goddamnit! He must have waited until she came home from 189 Partout Lane and killed her. Goddamnit! He thought Olivia was his daughter's bully! He thought Olivia was the one picking on Emma. Because of this miscommunication he killed Olivia. Trying to protect her! It was my fault that she died. It was my fault. It was my fault, it was my fault, it was all my fault!
Goddamnit! I wasn't allowed to leave not even to go to Ashley's funeral, my mom was afraid it would be too much. I just sat in there wasting away, locked in my own nightmare. To be honest, a part of me didn't want to leave, because I knew once I went back into the world it wouldn't be the same. I couldn't be the same. I also didn't want to leave because I was completely sure I was going to kill myself the first chance I got. I wasn't stable after hearing that news. But it was a confession I needed to know. And I knew my mom knew that because a couple days later maybe I don't know, I really don't know just how long but, but, I got called to come into that same room. Down the hallway with the T.V.
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189 Partout Lane
Mystery / ThrillerDrew, 18, female This is some pretty jacked up stuff that happened my senior year of high school. These events, my decisions, you may make what you want of it and believe what you wanna believe, judge me, think I'm a crazy person, whatever. But reme...