Murderous Lies

" Why did you kill her!? "    " I didn't kill her! " I yelled back.  " I loved her... " my voice sounding quieter now. I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks, burning stains all over my face. True tears, that I haven't felt since the day of the murdering. I quickly faced the ground and grasped the mountains of hair on my head.  My emotions were racing now more than ever. Love. Hurt. Sadness. Angriness. All possible feelings roaming up and down my mind. All those feelings were not for me. But for her. Isabelle. Isabelle Rouge. The girl that I truly did love.    " If you loved her , then why did you do it Styles!? "   " I told you, I didn't do it! " I stood up furious from my chair, staring at the now impatient detectives looking for answers. " How would I ever have the guts, to kill my true love! How!?!? " I screamed at them. " How!?!? "  I began to quietly cry more burning tears, that always scared my life and soul. All the times I have cried, did leave feelings run around my mind. But also left questions behind it. Questions about Isabelle. Questions about her murder. Questions about anything that was involved in the crime scene. There were millions of questions going through my mind. For instance, " What actually happened during the murdering? " But there was the question that I questioned from the beginning and wanted to solve the most, " Who was the murder? "