Blood, Guts, Glory?

"It's all connected, but it's not. How the hell does that work!" I screamed at the wall, my black rimmed glasses started to slide down my nose. One month ago today, my best friend had died. The police said that it was a suicide, I had found her lying in a bathtub full of water, blood was dripping down her wrists. They didn't look into it further, saying stuff like this happens. I tried to tell them I got a call from her, she was crying. She kept saying they were after her, that they would kill her. When I got to her house I found her in the bathroom, dead. Now I made it my job to find the killer, to get justice, for my Emily.