I never imagined.

I couldn't imagine that he would ever do this to me.

What was I thinking?

I thought he loved me. I thought he cared. I thought he really felt my pain.

I had been so stupid. He used my mental and emotional instability against me.

I fuckin' hate you Landor Jackson!

All I wanted was to see him perish!

That was all I felt but in reality, I was slumped in the closet, alone in my own tears.

Kelly had left me earlier, she felt like I needed space and solitude at the moment.

Everyone must have seen it. That was what they were all talking about.

That was what Daniel and Cheryl were talking about?

I feel like trash right now.

"'Cus you are," I heard someone reply my own thought.

When did I start blabbing out my thoughts?

I looked up from my position on the floor, I had been engrossed in my pain that I didn't even notice that people had walked into the room.

Amber and Tianna.

And I familiarized that statement as Tianna's.

I stood up from the floor and dusted my clothes before staring back at them.

"You even look like one right now," Amber spat.

"Now see who's the whore right now, sleeping around with guys, even with your friend's ex," Tianna continued.

"But you know that's not how it is!" I retorted.

"But that's how everyone sees it!" She shouted back.

"You're just so full of yourself, others will always find joy, trying to bring you down, Stella," Amber spat with so much venom in her tongue.

Was this really Amber talking, this is definitely not her.

She had a fake smile plastered on her face.

"I really thought you would have seen this coming....but seems like you were dumb enough to believe whatever that manwhore had to say. I'm way beyond disappointed."

"And you had the guts to call me a whore, atleast being a whore is better than being used, you didn't see any of these coming, did you?" Tianna mocked.

Does it mean they knew all about it?

"You knew all about it all these while? You know he wasn't being real? You knew it was all a bet?!" I shrieked, staring at them with so much pain within me.

"I thought we were friends...." It came out more like a whisper.

"Don't full anyone Stella....you never took us as friends! It's just a way of making yourself feel highly placed! You were just using us to remind yourself how powerful you can be! We were more like your side-kicks...not friends," Amber said, staring right at me, I could see all the hurt embedded in her eyes.

"You never cared about how we feel or what we have to say, everything always had to be about you! Everything always had to go your way!" She continued, her eyes already welling up with tears.

"You were in the spot light, you made things happen....people fear you...people love you, many hate you....girls wanted to be like you....guys wanted you but they didn't even have the guts to even meet you......that's the life you've been living....the life you love living in expense of others.....Oh....the mighty Stella has fallen!" Tianna spat loudly.

"Well....we did figure it out Stella....Lan used you to win a stupid bet with his guys....Daniel failed but it seems like Landor won the jackpot," Amber said before giving a small weird chuckle.

"It pains me to see you this way....but what can I do? You deserve every bit of it, you need to learn to start seeing things from another perspective...Miss Downer....disgusting...you're just so disgusting!"

Amber shouted to my face.

The tears started prickling down, I just couldn't do anything.

I did absolutely nothing rather than to stare at them and cry like a loser.

"Awwwn....so she cries," Amber mocked before putting on back a firm straight face.

Tianna's phone rang, she looked at the screen before turning towards Amber and tapping her slightly.

"Cheryl is calling....we gotta go now," she said.

WTF!

"Why do you look so shocked, miss....you're old news now...we've got a new big thing," Tianna said, noticing my shocked expression.

"Let's go," she said to Amber before they both walked out of the janitor's closet.

I crouched back down till I got to the floor.

Maybe I hadn't been one of the best type of friends towards them but that didn't justify the fact that they are just attention seekers.

The fact that both parties are wrong.

The tears came pouring down as the thought of everything came rushing in.

Things had changed and probably never be the same again.

*

I stayed in the closet for like an hour....or two....or three...

To be honest, I don't know how long I'd stayed in there, crying out all my pain.

I was glad that no one interrupted.

I didn't need a mirror to know that my eyes were bloodshot.

I knew I couldn't stay there all day, I was already getting bored of my surroundings, I was having a pounding head ache and the closet was stale and suffocating.

I needed air atleast, there were no windows or any form of ventilation.

I stood up from my position on the floor, I adjusted my clothes, my hair and cleaned my tears. Immediately I opened the door, it felt like the gates of heaven were opened up unto me.

I wish though....

I felt relieved as breeze of warm air wafted through the hallway, hitting against my skin.

Even if I didn't want to live anymore, I still cherished an easy death.

I came out of the closet and stepped into the empty hallway.

Finally....I could breathe.

The hallway was so empty and quiet...I could hear myself breathing.

Before I could take another step, I started hearing echoes of voices, it was low at first, then it started getting louder.

I could hear footsteps, each step getting louder.

Whoever it was...I mean whoever they were; because I don't think it's just a person--they were coming towards my direction.

I took a step backwards on impulse, back into the closet before shutting the door silently.

I didn't know why I was hiding but I felt like it was necessary for now, besides, I was meant to be in class at the moment.

I heard the footsteps get louder until it got to the front of the janitor's closet door.

It stopped.

I gulped.

"The case can't just be closed! We must get to the root of everything!" I heard a furious masculine voice growl.

"I know sir....we'll talk about this, let's just get to the office, we'll discuss things clearly," I heard another voice which I assume to be the principal's voice reply.

Case?

I just hope it isn't what I'm thinking.

The footsteps continued, getting farther and decreasing in sound.

I peeped though the door and I noticed three men walking down.

I noticed one of them as our principal.

I squinted at the familiarity of the stature and hair of the other two men.

Even from behind, it couldn't stop me from finding out who they were.

I gasped.

Nicholas Dallas and Richard Dallas.

Veronica's brothers.

*

"They also found out that there was a bit of struggle, she might've also been choked because of the low content of oxygen present in her lungs and blood sample--"

I had my ear excessively close to the door of the principal's office, eavesdropping on their conversation, I couldn't see their faces but I could tell that it was the principal that spoke last.

I had been standing there for over five minutes and my heart keeps on pounding hard on their every word.

"So what exactly is our move on this?" A more calmer voice which I assumed to be Richard, the younger of the two brothers asked.

"They were multiple amount of finger prints on most parts of her body, but they could find dominant and clearer prints around her neck and cheek area," the principal continued.

I swallowed the saliva stuck in my throat as those words got to my ear.

I had slapped her....

I had strangled her....

I felt like everything would soon come to the open, faster than I expected.

"But you still don't know what happened! You don't know who killed her!" Nicholas voice growled again, snapping me back to reality.

"We're still trying to find out the owners of the suspected fingerprints--" the principal was interrupted.

"We've been working on this case for over two weeks now and we don't even have a suitable head on?!" Nicholas shouted again at the principal.

He must've been really angry.

It fell kind of sad, the way the principal had to endure all these because of me.

But it's not their fault, it's someone life they're talking about here.

Their sister's life.

"There's still no proof that someone killed her Mister, she lived a reckless life, she was involved with drugs and alcohol....maybe she had personal issues....maybe she was depressed and the only escape she thought of was to end her life..." I heard the principal argue.

"What are you saying?! That my sister commited sucide! My sister could have done a lot of crazy things, but one thing is sure....she'll never kill herself, I mean, it would be even more understandable if she killed someone else!" Nicholas retorted.

"Watch your mouth mister!" I heard our principal command.

"Really? You should be the one watching your back if you don't explain what exactly happened to my sister!" He shouted back.

"Is that a threat?"

"Oh...let's watch and see!" He replied back with same deep, scary voice.

"It's okay Nick...let's leave," I heard Richard's voice say before I heard the scraping sound of a chair like someone just stood up.

"No...we have to get to the end of this! Aren'y you curious? Don't you want to squeeze life out of that asshole that killed our sister?!" I heard Nicholas growl.

My breathe hitched.

"We can do this some other time bro...you're tensed right now, it'll do no good," I heard Richard's voice say.

"Please leave," I heard the principal say.

"Fuck you!" I heard Nicholas shout before hearing heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

I reacted on impulse and did what I'd been doing lately when I'm being faced with my problems.

I ran.

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