On Monday, I return to school and pretend to mourn over Jeremy’s death, pretend to be just as clueless as everyone else. I walk into my first period class and everyone is gathered around Tyson. I got closer to try and listen but what I heard made me want to run and hide.
“… and he wasn’t breathing so my mom did the only logical thing and called the cops, their launching a full investigation.” That was absolutely normal, it happens every time. What made my skin crawl was what he said next “If this is the same guy that’s been murdering all of the other students he’s definitely going to get caught this time, he left his weapon right beside the body!”
The weapon? Does he mean the knife? The one with my family name engraved on it? Was I stupid enough to forget it there? Regret begins to take over every other emotion I have. I regret forgetting the knife, I regret not being cautious and not wearing gloves while handling the knife, but most of all, I regret not informing my parents of what I had planned. My parents. I need to get home. I need to warn them.
After what seemed like forever, I finally reached my street. To my horror, there is two police cars parked near my house, I’m too late. As I start to climb the driveway, my parents are being escorted from the house, handcuffs around their wrists. Guilt washes over me when I make eye contact with my father, disappointment is the only thing I see. Once the police take notice of me, my hands are tied together as well. Obviously not suspecting the murderer to be a 15 year old boy, the officer looked down at me and confirmed my biggest fear.
“I know you must be confused as to why you’re being handcuffed, but a knife has been found at the place of death of Jeremy Nowels, that knife has been proven to be the murder weapon. Here’s the thing, that knife? It had your family’s name on it. So we just have to bring you in, take some finger prints and see if they match with the ones on the knife.” I tensed at his words “Hey, there’s nothing to be worried about. Unless you killed him that is” he attempted to make a joke. If only he knew the truth, this officer was in for a big surprise.
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Charlie Never Loses
Short Storythey wanted me to lose, they wanted to kill. however Charlie was my target, only mine. ****this is a short story I had to wright for english class, it's only gonna be around 1200 words so it won't be very long. the chapters are Verrry short for tha...
