The next day I got to the school early, I went into the library. I couldn't stop thinking about what Jessica told me. Marie Witicar. Dylan did it. I went onto google and typed in her name.
Marie Witicar suicide
Marie Witicar Murder
Marie Witicar accident
I clicked on the link for the Suicide.
Marie Witicar 17, committed suicide early this year in January. She jumped off a cliff and drowned in the lake. See pictures.
I clicked on the link and there were pictures of the lake and the cliff. I scrolled down to see a picture of her and Dylan. He had his arm around her and they were smiling.
Marie and boyfriend. (Dylan Holland)
I hit the back arrow and went to the article about the murder.
Marie Witicar, 17, was pushed off a cliff in the West Field Bluffs in January. See pictures.
It was all the same pictures.
I took a deep breathe and hit the link about the accident.
Marie Witicar, 17, fell off the Bluff's in West Field. See pictures.
They were all the same ones.
Dylan did it. Did it. It.
Dylan Joseph Holland murdered this girl?
My breath hitched in my throat.
I heard the squeak of the door, and I saw Dylan come in.
He saw me and walked over, "I thought you might be in here."
I exited out of the links and my confidence to ask him about her shot down.
"T-t-t-ell" I stuttered.
He raised an eyebrow, "what?"
"You murdered Marie," I whispered, my voice barely audiobel.
"I did WHAT?" He yelled the 'what'.
"You did that to her." I said a little louder.
"You're mistaken. I didn't fucking murder her." He spat.
I stood up in front of him. "Then explain."
"No."
"Because you murdered her!" I yelled in his face.
He pushed me into the wall, "I did not. It was an ACCIDENT."
"What was?"
"HER." He let out a deep sigh, "Her and I had a fight. Something stupid about not wanting to go to California for a whole summer. Anyway-"
"Why can't we go TOGETHER?" Marie yelled.
"Because I don't want to!"
She stormed out the house and walked towards the woods. I knew where she was going. The bluffs. That was our spot. She went there when we fought, or when we just wanted to hang out and be alone. I sat down, putting my head in my hands. I didn't want to go to California with her for a whole summer. Why would I? There's nothing there that interests me. I wasn't going to give in, and I wasn't going. I put my shoes on and walked towards the bluffs. When I got there her legs were dangling over the rock.
"Marcie, I know you want me to go," I paused, "I just don't want to."
She stood up, Anger still in her eyes, "I don't see WHY not."
"Marcie! There's nothing there I want to see. I do not CARE about California."
She slipped and almost fell towards me but caught her balance.
"Just don't fall backwards," I said with a laugh.
"Shut up," She said punching my chest, still mad.
"Do you not want to go because you're POOR?"
"THAT isn't my fault," I shoved her backwards lightly.
She lost her footing and fell backwards onto the rocks.
I looked over the rocks, she wasn't moving, and didn't seem to be breathing. My heart stopped.
I had killed my girlfriend.
I turned around to run away and Jessica was standing there.
"I-I-I-Heard sh-o-outing."
"Get out of her Jessica," I snapped.
"Is she," she swallowed hard, "ok?"
"GO AWAY JESSICA."
I turned and ran, I didn't stop.
