HOW TO CATCH A KILLER

In the Eyes of The Law

Dixie's POV

I've been going in and out of the courtroom for about two weeks now, but today was the day this nightmare would finally be over, and a new one would begin. It was the day of my final trial.

According to the internet, the proper dress code for women in court is a dress, or a blouse and skirt or long pants. Since I'm not the biggest fan of that type of clothing, the closest thing I had, was a pantsuit Addison borrowed from Charli, who was still under observation at the hospital. At least while she was there, she didn't have to see me slowly die in front of her while I dig my own grave.

But since our bodies were a little different, it wasn't the best fit, but I could make it work. I've been through worse things than having clothes making me look flat.

Although if this is my last day as a free person, maybe not looking like a stick was kind of an important thing.

Since I didn't have enough money of my own, and my excuse of two parents refused to pay bail, I had to spend these last few days locked up in the little police station cell. While I was there, the only thing I could think about was Charli and Addison and the fact that my life was hanging from a thread.

There were only two ways this was gonna go down. I would either be locked up for at least 30 years or for some magical circumstances, I'd be considered inocente, which was extremely unlikely.

My plan was to try and get in a ward, but for that to happen, I had to put on a hell of a show in front of the court, and I was not even a little bit mentally prepared for that.

I was so close to literally losing my mind, but I had to keep reminding myself that I was innocent and that I didn't do it. I had to preserve the part of my brain that knew the truth, my truth.

This was probably the first time I was ever wrongfully accused of doing something, normally I'm always guilty. That's why I had to be very careful about how I may appear to everyone in that courtroom because if they tried to dig deeper into my life, it was over, everybody would be fucked.

Addison's POV

I walked down the hallway and all eyes were on me. Supposedly I lost my pupil, one of my best friends in the whole entire world, to a monster, someone cold and heartless. But it was actually the opposite. Stupid Piper took Dixie from me and I cannot even do anything about it because she's dead. And I of all people had to find out who did it.

I walked past Piper's locker, it was filled with flowers, candles, and little notes saying how much people missed and loved her. That was all bullshit, no one in this entire school actually liked her, not even me. She was just a little bitch, who took advantage of everyone, especially me, to rise to the top.

I was so close to ending her social life. Glad someone did that, and more, first.

I looked to the other side and saw Dixie's locker, it looked like it had been beaten down by a hammer and had some stuff written on it.

The black metal read on its surface the words "murderer", "faggot", "dyke", "bitch". I hated those words. My Dixie was innocent, and I knew that, but other people didn't. I had the power to set her free, but I would never be able to use it.

The least I could do was try to clean her locker. I take a more careful look and start to wonder what those words were written with, it wasn't spray paint that's for sure. But what was dark red and had that consistency?

Blood. Piper's blood.

How did they even find the body? And how did they get this much blood? Her cause of death was hemorrhage, so whoever killed her, saved her blood with them.