I decide to make my way to the common room where Blue finds me.

"Oh Danny, Mr. Morningstar is looking for you, you need to go to his office." I looked at myself, my hair was messy and I was still in my Pajamas.

"Umm..." I say.

She smiled.

"Come on!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and to our Principal's office.

Once in the office I sat down facing Me. Morningstar.

Lies, I think to myself.

He knows about Violet, he knows about Vicky, he knows that I saw it.

"Miss. Belle, glad we could catch you." He smiled slyly.What did he know? "As you know we love to be involved in our students community" I nod along with him. But I feel my heart beating fast, very fast. "Well, we have heard many times that you're our local detective." He smiles and gives a friendly chuckle.

I fold my hands up tightly as a wave of relief floods through me.

So that's what this is about.

"Oh, I guess." Fear close's in on me. What if they try to make me stay out of it? What if they make me leave?

"Well, we know that it might be a silly name to our students but we here believe you are taking this quite seriously, correct?" I breathe in. I can't lie can I?

"Umm...well I guess-" The words come out slowly.

His finger pressed a button on his phone compartment. A soft buzz rings out and he speaks.

"Smith, send in Mr. Wells" I look from him to the door, footsteps echoing in the hall.

But he continues.

"Now we know that you are involved in this as much as the other 5 students staying here, but we think you can help us out." He smiles as the door opens revealing a man in a grey suit, his skin was pale and his green eyes bright. He smiled at us both and cleared his throat.

The man's blond hair was tightly combed back and looked like it had been attacked with extra stiff hairspray.

"This is Mr. Wells, he is the main detective on our case." I smile at him. He was not the man I had tackled to when Vi had just died. When, Violet had just died.

"Miss. Belle we are wondering if you really have been working on her case." I nod at this when Wells takes a seat next to mine. He takes out a small folder and gives it to me. On the top is the word:

CLASSIFIED: 11

Mr. Wells started to explain. "We need all the information we can get to solve your friends murder, if you have information please hand it over."

My heart began to beat faster. My breathing was slow and heavy. My mind drifts off to my journal, all of the information they don't have that I do. What do I do? I have to give them something, I've told them that I am working on the case myself.

"Well I noticed that the 'gift' Genevieve got was meant to be there, the finger had a ring on it." They both nod. They already know this!

"And, well... that ring was Vicky's, and so was, the finger" I pause "the ring was a gift from Genevie herself, at the funeral Vicky's finger was missing."

I decided to stop there.

"Thank you for your cooperation Miss, is that all?" I nod along with them.

"Now I understand you are interested in detective work, like your friend Conan?"

"Kinda," I replied.

"Well, we have agreed that if you want you can work with Conan along with the Honors program we have hosted. You will report your findings to Conan who will tell us."

He smiles widely. No! I yell in my head. But I nod along not knowing what to say.

"Well thanks for your time I'll see you around." He walks out of the room and I'm dismissed.

Down the hall I yell at the happy face of Daisy.

"Day over here!" she smiles.

"I was just looking for you, got any new info for your detective work?" she asks playfully.

I pull her aside and talk in a hushed voice.

"Gen is going to meet me tonight!" She looked interested, I continued "She says she knows some stuff that might help me, about-" I pause and trail off a bit. "Well, actually I don't know what it's about, but it's another clue for me!" She smiles along with me as we talk over a cup of coffee in the common room. Kiki hops over the couch. Kiki, I was worried about her. She stayed in her room after Vi's death only coming out to eat and shower. She was mentally scarred, probably more than I am. They were friends, where I just knew her as the bad girl, the party girl. But she was so much more to other people as I've learned.

"Hey!" Day says sparking a conversation.

"Hi." A dim croak came out of Kiki. Her hair was combed and smooth, her dark skin pale under the lamplight.

"We need to talk." She says suddenly. I look at them both.

"About what I ask." She inhales loudly.

"About him." I look confused in her direction.

"Who is him?" I ask again.

"David Love."

My mind flies to him Dark hair, bright eyes.

I sit up straight.

She looked at us both. "Well as our resident detective I think you should know about Vicky and David, I think you need to know what happened."

The sky was dimming outside and the stars began to peek out behind dark purple skies.

Day grabs a pillow and hugs it to her chest lightly chewing on her nail as Kiki begins to speak.

"You both know that they dated long before school here." I nod along with Day.

"Well a while ago, it was just about a month before they split, I heard them fighting in David's room."

I knew they were fighting, that's why they split. But what were they fighting about?

David's words pop into my head. His anger and outburst. His apology, my first real kiss.

His angry voice had said: She understood me!

That was something I could never do. Understand the mind of David Love.

His world rolled out in my mind like a movie: She was a disappointment, a mistake, just like me! She knew me, how to care about me, no one else did, and now she's gone, she's dead!

That day in the hole, her blood on the ground, Kikis small shaking figure in the corner.

I made the mistake, okay, what we did was a mistake, what we had was a mistake, I couldn't trust her.

My head began to pound and hurt. I couldn't trust her. What did he mean?

"Danny are you okay?" Day asked worriedly at the sight of me holding my head.

"Im fine." I snap. What if he... No!

The Angry tears in his eyes were true, they had emotion in each drop no matter how hard he tried to keep them in.

Kiki continued. "David's room is next to mine and well we have very thin walls. I could hear them yelling." Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, she ran her fingers through her thick hair.

"They had never fought this bad before, they were yelling about a mistake, about trusting each other."

I coughed loudly and shook my head. I whispered so softly I dubbed I could hear it.

"No." Only Kiki and David knew about Violet. What had she done to hurt him?

"The one thing that scared me was when he yelled at her, he had said to her: My parents hate me enough, think about it now, they will never love me, now I don't even know." Kiki was on the verge of tears but despite her shaky voice she continued.

"Besides I was their best friend, I couldn't stand to see them like that!"

Tears came down her face now streaking through her messy makeup.

"I thought I would hear crying next, but Vi matched his anger and started screaming at him." Day got up and sat next to Kiki putting an arm on her back reassuringly.

"She had told him: No wonder they left, no one could ever love you!" Kiki wailed out the last sentence.

"After he told her to Leave I stopped listening and ran out of the room before either of them saw me," Kiki uttered.

Day looked from me to her. "I'm sorry you had to go through that" Daisy sighed aloud. My head burned, spined, and felt on fire.

"Excuse me, thank you so much for sharing this with us, but I really have to go!" I stood up and left. My feet pounded up the twirling steps where I rushed and bumped into him. David.

"Hey, were you going in such a rush?" My fingers twitch.

"Umm.. I have to deliver Gen her, oh, her pills yeah." I scooted past him.

I grabbed my phone from my room and checked the time. I was on time.

Finally.

I saw David follow me down the hall up the second step of stairs before going into his own room.

I thought he was coming with me! Thank god not!

My feelings shuffled to the girls bathroom. At the sink was Gen, a silk nightgown covering her shoulder to knees. Tears ran down her face as wet mascara dripped from her eyes. White knuckled fingers gripped the edge of the sink and water spilled out of it.

"Oh my god Gen what happened-" She looked at me with wide, scared brown eyes.

"They called me..." She mumbled.

"Who?" I ask.

"They called me, Vi's killer called me."

In those moments my face went pale. Her small frame was shaking violently.

"Oh my god, what did they say?" She stumbled on her words trying to get them out.

"I was waiting-" she ungripped one side of the sign clasping it onto her phone, "Then it ringed the caller was unknown, so I let it ring, they left a message-" I ripped the phone from her hand and tapped the playback button. She let out a sad choking noise and covered her mouth.

A distorted voice came onto the speaker. I took out my own phone and began to record the message. Gen looked very pale despite her darker skin tone, fear grabbed at her eyeballs as they stayed wide open. The Message began to play:

"Hello Genivie Regina Hutchens, I see you got your present." Gen held her stomach at the thought of this. I agreed. My heart was racing in fear, but also in excitement.

The voice continued.

"You have not kept your promise, you will pay for not keeping your mouth shut, one way or another dearly, The King." Static erupted from the phone. I stopped recording and set the phones down to notice Gen sliding down the wall, her body skating hands twitching heavy and fast breathing.

"Gen, Gen!" I kneel down to her.

"Panic attack!" She breathes out "My pills, pills in my room are brand new."

Her pills, I remember now!

"In my desktop-drawer."

She clawed at her throat and breathed faster now.

I ran for her dorm room and looked through her desk to find a blue bottle labled Panic Pills. My fingers clasped around them as I started making my way back to the girls bathroom my short hair fell on my face. I popped off the lid and gave the bottle to her.

With trembling hands she poured out two of them and popped them in her mouth.

Her breathing slowed and her eyes stayed perky and awake. She was okay!

I sighed and slid down next to her.

"It's okay, now once you feel ready, can you tell me what you need to say to me?" I prompted lightly not wanting her to go into another attack.

I turned to her nodding her head. But she kept on doing it, up and down faster and faster.

"Hey, Gen?" My fingers grabbed her shaking wrists. "Gen!" I repeated.

Her body was convulsing violently her eyes now wide but distant focused on the ceiling.

"Gen, no please." I shook her and her eyes met and her hands clawed at her throat.

"Take care of him." She pleaded softly as though the air was being sucked out of her body. Foam began to bubble at the corners of her mouth.

"No! Take care of who, please don't go!"

Her soft thick curls layed out over her sweating face. I felt my eyes burn with salty tears.

Her eyes rolled back as I screamed for help.

"You will pay for not keeping your mouth shut, one way or another..."

They killed her. Who would they kill next?

>>><<<

The next moments were all a blur.

I choked on my screams as I called out for help. I heard pouding, blood rushing to my ears. The surprises gasps and crys flood my mind. I remember David's face, him pulling me away for her body, tears in my eyes. He had waved over to Kiki yelling at her to get help. I curled up into a ball as David shook Gens limp body trying to wake her up from a deep sleep. It was useless. Kiki's tears and wails joined mine in a chorus of fear and sadness.

More people come into the room. Some in a blur of fuzzy pajamas some armed with flashlights and heavy voices.

I see Blues short hair fly in front of me.

Her voice was a mass of soft syllables, but my tears would not stop, my mind would not stop racing, my heart pounding. I feel people lift me off the ground and drag me away for the chaus.

My raw whimpers are lost in the mass of voices.

The next thing I see is my bed. David looks at me while my hands bury himself into my face. My back hits the wall. He comes closer to me only to be pulled away by Conan and another officer working on the case. He looks at me one more time before I'm left alone in my room. The door shuts and I hear a click. They locked me in.

My anger fuels my mind's complex spinning thoughts. I feel fire, anger.

My feet make its way to the door. I Violently rattle the door knob and bang on the door.

"Please let me out!" I cry in protest "Please, tell me what's going on!"

What were they thinking, What had I done?

My heart feels empty as I stare at the wall of my dorm. It hurts you in a different way when you see someone die.

It was not like Vi's, I had not known her, she was distant she was already dead.

But Gen, she was asking for my help, a way out?

My gut sank. It hurts differently when you see a person die before your eyes. When you see them one second in their lungs, life in their eyes, Then they are dead in your arms no longer in this world. Just gone. What had I done?

My through was raw, my tears now dry, red eyes take over my normally greenish blue ones in the mirror.

Her death wish; Take care of him. Crys echo out in the halls and I see shadows of figures from under the crack in my door. The call, they had planned this, they knew. Who knew though?

The thoughts burned my mind black.

Had she killed herself? I choke back on my next thought.

Or had I accidentally killed her?

>>><<<

I had fallen asleep and only the creaking of the door opening made me snap my tear dry eyes open widely.

I sit up with speed half expecting it to be a police officer to drag me to my trail. BUt it was Connan.

"Hey..." He trails off trying to sound friendly. But I stay silent, I will let them explain. "Gen, they, well, she..." I notice his eyes are red like mine, puffy from crying recently.

"Just spit it out! I know she's dead. I watched it happen. Damn it!" I spit at him my voice full of terror and pain.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, I know how involved you are in this, but we needed you to calm down." Lies. I think in my head.

"Dont lie to me, you think I killed her don't you." I roll my eyes out of anger.

"I Don't think you did, but some..." He paused for a moment, worried, flashing in his eyes "Do."

"Just tell me the facts, I want to know what really happened." He inhales slowly and pulls up my chair from my desk. He studies my face, my movements while I do the same.

He feels uncomfortable.

"We had some diagnostics run on her pills, we also did a background check, no drug history, just anxiety pills, the nurse gave a bottle to her every week." I nod along with him. "We also looked at the pills, they were the wrong pills, they had been switched."

A wave of sadness surges through me.

"She did not kill herself, they were placed there we know this because we checked security footage, the pills left the nurse's office, went in her room then she left too..." Her death place. The words are left unspoken in the air. His sparkling eyes locked onto mine. He was him. That sounded better in my mind.

"Someone had placed the pills, cut the camera, did it in the nurse's office, but the only other person that went in the room-"

I cut him off not wanting him to say it. Not wanting to hear it.

"Your him." I say. He looks at me confused.

"She said take care of him, you're him."

"Oh god." He rubs his eyes on the verge of tears.

"Just tell me, what's really happening between you, what happened."

He smiles at me. "I thought you'd figure it out." His eyes sparkle with tears.

"We never dated, she just did it to protect me, she was my closest friend, she's gone now." His voice breaks slightly. His pain reminded me of everyone else's, mine, Kiki's, Day's, Gens, Davids, and now his.

We were all broken and in pain together, it's just that one of us was lying.

"We met in fifth grade, I was new to this type of life, to the town, she helped me fit in and discover who I was. I never dated her, we posed it, it was all fake, she tried to protect me because I was scared."

I look at him again this time I see pain, the words written on his face, in his eyes.

"I never loved her like that, I loved her as a friend, just like she loved me." He takes a deep breath in.

"I guess you're the only one that knows now... I'm Gay."

I looked at him, I knew he was lying to me the first time he met me. The way his eyes darted around the room. When I had confronted him that day. He did not trust me, what makes him trust me now, the hysteria?

"Why did you not tell me" I ask him kindly on the verge of a mental breakdown. To many lies.

"I dont know its just hard to openly accept yourself and have others accept you in this harsh world." I nod with him. The pressure of fitting in, going to parties, boys, love, life, friendship, lies.

"Can I trust you?" He asks me

"Do you trust me?" I ask impulsively Conan fidgets his fingers but meets my eyes.

"Can I trust you?" He asks again.

"Yes." I reply.

"Then tell me, why do you not like working with the police?"

My eyes black out. My heart pounds I wipe fiercely at the tears in my eyes that continue to fall. It's too soon to think about this.

I had been keeping my heart, mind, and body clear of a day eight years ago. I was a young girl, stupid, dumb, trying to fit in with my own crowd.

"Anna was her name, Anna Becket-" My voice falls to a soft whisper. "We were just little girls, 11 years old."

My eyes can't focus on his face.

"We were dropped off at a movie, it was her birthday, The theater was the only one in town, very small." My tears come faster now though my voice only wavers. "It was raided" I took a breath in. "We tried to run, but they got her, they killed her, she was my best friend."

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but why wont you work with us?"

"I watched her die" I feel anger now pulsing through me "The police did nothing, they only dragged her body away, she was the only one killed." My voice thunders.

"The men got away, the case was never investigated, just brushed away, swatted away like a fly."

Conan rubs his eyes "That's why you got upset, you watched another person die and you couldn't do anything."

I nod. Feeling the tears come again.

"I would have the crime channel on every morning and night, I study and researched murders online, I looked up how to be a private investigator."

"I vowed to never be scared by death again, but this one it a bit too close to home."

"I'm not doing very good now!" I smile out of fear and hysteria.

My voice falls. "Everyone's dying! So I have to keep on trying to find a way to save them by myself!" "I can do it alone, okay, I'm fine." My heat felt hot, a hot anger rumbling under my skin, but the tears of sadness kept flowing.

"Im sorry Danny."

I smell my fists into my pillow. "Sorry doesn't fix everything, sorry does not fix my pain!"

"David, I want David, can I get a request in the prison cell!" Conan looks calm and collected. I hated having to bear my problems on someone's shoulder. Some pain was meant for my heart and what it could bear.

He gets up smiling softly at me. "Thank you Danny for talking to me, I'll see what I can do. The door clicks and locks shut.

Talk about trust.

My journal, my thoughts, what could I solve now. My sadness turns into curiosity and wonder as I pick up my pen and journal the leather cover feels cold on my bare skin.

Vicky Walker (Vi) Killed, gunshot to the head, pregnant.

David Love, ex-boyfriend, had a relationship, father?

Kiki, friend: Vi told her that she had: done something stupid and that she made a mistake

I write next to Gens name willing the emotions to fall back in place.

Gen: dead, pill replacement, caller before death. They killed her, as notified on call.

As if on cue my phone vibrates my hand pulls it out of my pocket just a weather alert. I continue staring at my dull phone screen as if my calling ocean wallpaper will take me there and make everything go away, make it all better.

I write names on a new page. In a row separated by the notebooks lined paper.

Vicky Walker (Vi, or Violet)

David Love

Kiki

Daisy

Genevie

I cross out Gen, Day, And Vi. Iknow these people are either dead or did not commit the murders.

But my heart lurched at the facts staring before me. I was getting closer. And the fact scared me. How could one of these two people kill them. I wanted to refuse both of them but I knew that would take me down another path of spiraling failure.

And then there were two.

>>><<<

My heart began to rapidly beat so trying to take my mind off the facts I began a new page.

Motives:

David Love + Kiki

Despite my terrible graphing skills I try to develop two columns between the two and begin to list my assumptions under Kikis side when a knock interrupts me from my thoughts.

Shit!

My book flies under my bed with a sound slam. I cringe hoping despite the lod noise no one heard. The door flies open and the worried face of David comes in and Conan who was probably the guardian of the door comes behind him.

Conan sees my nervous smile and leaves shutting the door behind David.

I know I asked to see him but now I don't. Take him back! I say in my head somehow hoping Conan would hear me telepathically.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asks skeptically. I still don't know what our last interaction was about. I guess he shows emotion through physical interactions rather than verbal interactions.

"Good." I blur out I squint my eyes and place a smile I learned to have at family reunions when some family member I don't know comes up and starts to talk to me about when I was four. He seems to notice my discomfort.

"I'm sorry Gens gone I know that hard for you."

I want to tread lightly on the Grounds of David loves heart, his anger is like a fire, it's his way of a burning love, a passion.

"I'm sorry about the other day" I prompted, making our light conversation on another level.

He cocks his head to one side so I explain.

"I try to get used to having a person by my side no matter how little time they spend with me or how..." I stop trying to find the words right for this conversation. "I'm so used to being alone, it's hard to adjust with someone new."

"What are you saying?" He chuckles taking a seat beside me. His dark hair was fluffed up and his sweet eyes boring into mine. I force myself to keep his gaze.

"I'm saying..." What are you saying Danny! I yell to myself "I'm saying that I don't know how far I want to go in this relationship." He looks away from me and rubs his hands together.

A small laugh escapes his eyes as they turn cold again.

"Damn!" He stands up, his voice silent.

"That bitch!" His voice was becoming louder now. "Kiki told you didn't she!" His voice rang out in my room.

"Look I'm sorry! Okay It's hard for me to understand, it hurts!" I'm standing now, my voice at his level. This seems to hit him. He is silenced by my outburst of anger. I've been through alot today as you can see.

A sad sigh escapes his lips along with a heart blowing sentence.

"Did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too?" He left. The door slamming, an empty space where he used to be. The sky was beginning to lighten after a few moments since it was morning already. I lied down and tried to get some sleep.

It scared me, had I made him angry? Vi had made him angry and look what happened to her, what if thats happening now, what if David Killed Vi... the thought sikend me, the thought was nagging at my mind, wanting to pry its way into my mind for me to contemplate on. But I push it away ignoring the fact that it's an open possibility.

Kiki

I needed to draw my attention away from David.

She was an addict, addicted to party's boys drinks, aochal, who knows what else.

She has problems. For someone who drinks that much half the time silent and crying where the other half is gone in a dream of partying, she would have problems.

I remember psych class in Biology.

Blue was explaining how drinking would mess with your brain. Blue's conclusion was, it makes you do things you wouldn't do, it makes you say things you wouldn't.