I glided through our corridor thinking whether to use the elevator to go down or just jump from the 5th floor.

It wasn't like I would die from the fall. Gosh! What happened to my sense of humour? This joke was as dry as Sahara desert.

Jumping would be an adventure, I should definitely try it. There wasn't an open window but walls weren't going to stop me. If people went past my body, then walls were nothing.

Bending my body a little, I was ready to jump when the elevator opened and two policemen came out.

Adventure would have to wait, I needed to know about the person who murdered me. They must have caught him. Wait, why only him? It could have been a female too. It wasn't like I saw the person plus women were vicious creatures too. I should just settle at the word 'person'.

Mom and Dad came out to talk while all other guests were effectively eavesdropping. Losers!

"Did you find out anything? Was the truck driver, drunk?" Dad asked.

Truck driver? What was he talking about?

"Sir, we interrogated him and even did the tests. He was in his full senses. It wasn't his mistake. He claimed that your daughter abruptly came in front of his truck. He tried applying brakes but due to the high speed the truck didn't stop," the shorter one of the policemen spoke while the taller one stood behind him.

I didn't understand anything about what was going on, so I decided to listen everything first.

"So this was definitely his mistake. He was driving at a high speed," Mom countered.

The other policeman came forward and answered with a tired sigh.

"It was a highway plus midnight. Every vehicle drives at a high speed as roads are empty."

Wait a minute. Highway? I went to the ice cream parlour and was pulled into an alley just before I reached. Where did the highway come from?

By this time Aman and Drishti too came out. While the police were facing me(not that they could see me), everyone else had their backs towards me.

"Are you trying to say that Maira was crossing the road and the accident happened?" Dad queried.

"I know that we shouldn't speak of the dead like this but the truck driver said that the girl was stumbling when she came in front of the truck and had already fallen before clashing with his vehicle," the shorter policeman said, looking uncomfortable.

"What are you insinuating, Sir?" Dad asked in a flabbergasted tone.

"You think for yourself, what was your daughter doing on a highway at midnight with only a tea stall, petrol pump and a bar nearby? There wasn't any vehicle with her, so the petrol pump gets cancelled off and she wouldn't have travelled that far for a cup of tea, right?" The taller policeman spoke, making me want to blast him.

"My daughter wasn't a drunkard," Mom stated with surety.

The shorter one chortled a little and spoke, "Madam, this is not the first time where parents aren't aware of their children's bad habits."

"Excuse me. Do you have any proof for claiming this? If that truck driver had enough time to see her stumbling and falling then he surely had the time to redirect his truck before clashing into Maira," Drishti roared at them.

''Go Bestie!!" I cheered, although she couldn't hear me.

"She wasn't in a right state of mind. The tension of dance competition plus our fight, she must have drank to get over everything. Being her first time drinking, she wouldn't have been able to handle it," Aman spoke, trying to pull Drishti back from clawing the police.

What was wrong with him? He knew I never drank and how could he just....

"Are you mad, Aman? How can you even suggest this? Stumbling and falling means being drunk? Why? She must have lost her balance or maybe she was feeling dizzy. There are lots of other conclusions we could come up with; why only choose the one that makes her at fault," Drishti gave him piece of her mind.

Well, her conclusions were wrong as nothing of that sort happened as I wasn't even in the highway but atleast she was taking my side.

She may have been thinking it was an accident not a murder but atleast she believed that I wasn't at fault unlike the other three people in my life, who were standing there with their head bowed, like it was my fault in this whole ordeal.

"Sir, you are lucky that the truck driver isn't pressing charges even though he was hurt in this accident. So should we shut this case?" The shorter policeman asked.

"What?! No. Uncle you can't do this. We need to give Maira justice. We can't just believe whatever they are saying about her. By postmortem, the cause of her death would have been found but you denied that too. Uncle please understand, we can do something," Drishti pleaded.

"Please understand dear. Keeping the case open won't bring Maira back and there's no use of postmortem when we can clearly see that she died after clashing with the truck. If nothing, then keeping this case open will ruin her reputation more," Dad said glancing towards the guests who were already making assumptions about my character.

Who cares about the other people, when my Dad also believed the same. Mom as always kept quiet, not standing up for me.

"But....," Drishti tried protesting but Aman pulled her away.

Shaking hands with the policemen after receiving my broken phone, Dad ushered everyone to continue the ritual before the auspicious time got over.

Apparently, burning my body at the right time was more important than getting me justice.