"The Confessions of a Serial Killer"

03 April, 01:00 am

*Alice's POV*

   Julia was sitting on a bench outside the cell I was kept in. Her hazel eyes skimmed over the letters printed in the book. Through the metallic bars, I could see her furrowed brows as she concentrated on the text, occasionally biting the nail of her thumb, or shifting one leg over the other. All this time, I sat there silently, on a bench, on the wrong side of the bars, with my elbows resting on my knees and my head hung low.

It was dark outside. I didn't know the time, but it must be around 1 am. Julia said she couldn't let me free since I was still a prime suspect and my innocence was yet to be proven. Owing to the fact, that like I said, the murder was explicitly described in the book, neither Julia nor I had even a wink of sleep. She had been constantly reading the same chapter again and again. I could tell, by the amount of time that had elapsed and her action of repeatedly turning over the same pages.

I looked up at the sound of her sighing. She had placed the book upside down in her lap and had closed her eyes. I patiently waited until she opened her eyes and looked over at me.

"From the clues we got at the crime scene, this is exactly how it happened," she said, gesturing to the book in her lap. I didn't respond, only waited for her to continue.

"We saw the signs of struggle on the bathroom door and the victim's body, also the blood-stained towel." There was a pause where she appeared to be thinking. "Also, the book has your name on it, you hated Viktor Gowen, and a piece matching exactly your necklace was found at the crime scene."

"Do you think I killed him?" I asked blatantly. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"I don't know" she breathed out. "It's too late. I should go," she said, standing up.

"Shouldn't you read the next chapter?" I suggested. She stopped for a second, maybe considering my idea, then quietly whispered, "Good night, Alice," and walked away.

"The hell of a good night I'll get in this cell." I blabbered to myself while watching the last glimpse of the chief leaving me alone.

I didn't sleep, at all, that night. Someone killed Viktor and was framing me for it. It could possibly be someone who hates me but doesn't care about Viktor either, that's why they killed him. But they want me to suffer. Either I'm absolutely right, or terribly wrong.

I was lying on the metal bench with one arm behind my head when Julia showed up in the morning. She looked as much exhausted as me. She stood there for some time, as I sat up on the bench, staring blatantly into my eyes, searching for something, the truth may be.

"Good morning," I tried giving her a smile, but she didn't return it and turned back to her office. "Did you read the next chapter?" I inquired. She didn't answer or stop, but I saw the book in her hand as she made her way out.

I sighed and laid right back. By the looks of it, it seemed that she had read the next chapter. But, she didn't tell me what was in it. She looked worried; slightly, but worried still.

I spent the day in that jail cell in the police station. I wondered what would be happening at school. People most definitely would be making assumptions. I wonder if they had found out about Viktor, and were posing me guilty of it! Many students saw the police drag me out of the school, so it was inevitable. But I was sure, I didn't do it. What would Heather be thinking? Speaking of Heather, Deputy Morgan said she was spending time with Viktor. What would they have been doing this whole time? Was Heather involved with Viktor in some way? Is that why she left that day?

I shook my head. The place is having a bad effect on me, I thought. I always liked to tag Heather as my only and best friend. So why would she do that to me? Viktor must have tangled her up into something.

Am I sad about Viktor's death? I don't know. Am I happy? Not at all. Even though he was a real pain in the ass, I didn't want him to literally die, or to kill him! His parents would be devastated. Did they know their son was a bully? Did they even care?

I didn't want to think about it, but I was taken care of. The food was good, no doubt about that. I had my toilet breaks too. Some cop was there on duty, out of my cell, whose name he told me was Barry, and he would let me use the toilet whenever I wanted to. But I didn't get to see Julia the whole day. Barry said she was in her office doing Chief stuff.

Most of the time Barry kept me occupied. Still, my mind wasn't at peace. There was a huge storm; a whole lot of unanswered questions that were wreaking havoc inside.

The sky was starting to get dark, I could see through the small window high up on the left wall of the cell when suddenly Julia came running towards my cell. Breathing heavily, she stopped a few steps from the bars, and seeing a look of suspicion, confusion and some kind of worry on her face, I stood up too.

"What is it?" I questioned, a frown on my forehead. She gulped, "Alex and Max Turner are dead!"

My eyes widened and fell back on the cold metal bench. First Viktor, and now Max and Alex were dead. I looked up, just in time, to see Julia turning away.

"Where are you going?" I asked standing up.

"To investigate the crime scene, where else?" she snapped at me.

"Can I come with?" I asked, stepping forward and holding the bars.

"Are you serious? No." she replied and rushed out to her office. I sighed again, as I stood there waiting for her to come back and update me on the murder of Max and Alex. 

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