Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

Somethings Going on Here

One minute I was dancing to my favorite song in the whole entire world, and the next it was crumbling at my feet. Maya's dead. Murdered. And We're all suspects. I felt physically sick the instant my eyes landed on her body, sprawled out on the floor beneath me and my friend Nya's feet. I made my way to the nearest bathroom as quickly as possible. Trying to ignore the confused voices of my fellow party goers for fear that I'll break down on the spot. I'm supposed to be the positive one, but I could crack like an egg any minute. I've never been good with death, usually far too apathetic to the point where I scare myself, but that's because the first death I had been effected by hit me the hardest. We don't talk about that.

When I had finished puking my guts out at the sight of a crime scene in the dull, dimly lit and bacteria ridden hideous lime green stall, I made my way to the big stone sink vigorously scrubbing my hands like the germ-a-phobe nobody knows I am without realizing the small blond girl about my age who was standing at the sink next to me casting shy glances at my face. I only saw her when I looked twords the mirror to check my eyeliner, viciously spilling over its destined area with every wrecked sob shakily emitting from me. Well look at that, maybe death does still hit me like a train wreck, I guess it's just those we're closest too.

"Hi" I mustered up a small grin and turned to her. There's always time for a new friend. Even at times like this.

"Hi" she responded, looking a little nervous.

"I'm Emily, how was your day!" I threw on my bubbly attitude A.S.A.P.

"T-aylor, good, are you okay!"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!" I said perkily.

After that she left, she seemed nice. I decided I should probably get back to the party, or what was left of it anyways. After all, I was the one who called the police, as much as I dislike them. How have we not defunded them already?

As I walked slowly down the little hallway between the restrooms and the dorms I thought about the little rivalry's we have here. There's me and the Gucci Gang, as i call them, and Sam and his little batch of rapscallions. To be truthful I don't dislike any of them, they all have there own lives as complex as mine after all. So whats the point in holding grudges against a potential friend? They can call me whatever they please, I refuse to let it get to me, but I would never say anything in return. Ari however is a different story. Far more confrontational than I. She's sort of the leader of our little group ever since she came back from Australia for school, and she HATES and I mean DESPISES Sam and his friends. So I have to respect her emotions and leave them be.

I honestly wish I could be more like Maya, true neutral , almost like... never mind I need to stop making references to things nobody else cares about. I need to train myself not to even think about ranting about my hyper fixations, I can't annoy the others more than I already do.

After I come out of my little thought snake and pop back into reality I make my way to where Maxwell (the only male member of the Gucci Gang) told me the guest of this terrible disaster of a once great party were staying. I walked up to a cop shyly before whispering an "excuse me" and said cop flipped around so fast it was if I gave them whiplash. "You're not supposed to be here!" she replied sternly, making me shake in my bootstraps.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry, I thought you were pulling people for questioning and stuff"

"Were you at this party"

"Yes ma'am I'm- ... I was a freind of Maya's, and the others"

"Name"

"Emily Nicole Miller" I smiled under the extreme scene of pressure that my stupid RSD provides, between that and this current situation I'm in. I probably look stupid guilty. I promise I'm not though! I wouldn't even dare to do something so sad, so sick, so...

AND i'm crying again, that's nice.

"Come with me immediately"

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So here I am being interrogated for murder, my Political/ Pastoral career plan just flew out the window. As I sit across from the lady policeman the cold sting of the metal fold-y chair dances on my thighs. I would've worn something a little more modest if I knew I was going to be interrogated by law enforcement, than again if i knew any of this was going to happen I would've gotten Maya out of that party. It haunts me that this was all somewhat my fault. I wasn't responsible for the initial murder, no. But I was the one who suggested Maya throw this little shindig to merge the battling friend groups. I was too scared of Ari's opinion to throw it myself, now I have to live everyday knowing i'm partially responsible for Maya's death.

"Hi"

"Did you have anything to drink"

"No, I can't, I'm Pentecostal"

"Drugs?"

"No ma'am, of course not" I said with a concerned look on my face. Had somebody brought drugs to the party?

" So you have not consumed anything that will impair your judgement?"

I shook my head quickly

"I need words for the record" she replied harshly

"Oh sorry, no, not at all"

"Did you kill Maya Conway"

"NO, OH MY GOSH NO, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

The lady slammed her fist on the table

"Look missy, we're interrogating everyone here, and like it or not you are a suspect in this investigation. Stop yelling before I have you fined for verbal assault!"

"Sorry" I said in my quietest voice possible, "sometimes I raise my voice a lot with out knowing" I felt tears sting in my eyes, the raw ones, the harsh ones, the most painful ones.

"Well don't let it happen again"

"Yes ma'am"

"Did you notice anything suspicious before the lights went out?"

"No, not at all. I'm not very observant, I get distracted"

"Just what we need at a time like this"

I felt guilt pit in my stomach, like it had somehow transported into another dimension. More tears lined my eyes,I felt a few drift down my cheek before the cop nonchalantly slid the tissue box across the table.

"You're dissmissed"

Without realizing how utterly stupid I was being, the words just flew out of my mouth:

"Oh thank heaven"