Ok, so I've decided to do an author's note before and after each chapter. Author's note before is basically a rant, info on my life and whatnot. Author's not AFTER is basically telling you to vote, follow, comment, and maybe like nicest comment gets a dedication in the next chappie or something. Introducing...(drumroll please)... CHAPTER FIVE!

Thanks, xxx- Ash
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Stacy was almost dead, lying in a pool of blood. She was crying, hard. Mellie knew no one could save her. She jumped the fence, banging her knee in the process. "Stacy!" she screeched, crying. Josh had been watching the whole time, utterly shocked, and managed to get some words out. "I'll call 911!" he exclaimed, suddenly leaping into action. He whipped out his smartphone and dialed the number. Even he knew it was too late. Mellie muted everything around her, only focusing on Stacy. She held her hand, trying to do something. Stacy had stopped letting out fast, rapid breaths, and was steadying them, knowing she only had a short time. "I'm so sorry! I should've followed that car!" Mellie sobbed. "It's okay, it's okay," Stacy tried to soothe her, even though the situation was hopeless. "It's my fault!" Mellie whimpered. Rain started to fall, and soon Mellie was sopping wet. She didn't care. "Please don't blame yourself. Please don't," Stacy cried, tears streaming down her face. "I want you to do something for me. I want you to hunt down my killer, and get revenge. I don't know if it was male or female, but whoever it was, they killed Catzby, too," she said, her breaths coming short and rapid. She struggled to find words. "I-I-I'm so sorry. I should've been nicer to you. I'll never get to make it up now." Stacy coughed up blood. "I'm sorry!" she screeched. Mellie pulled her into a hug. Stacy hugged back. "Tell my family I love them," she whimpered, and closed her eyes. "I swear I will," Mellie whispered, barely audible. "I swear." Mellie struggled to find a pulse, anything to indicate Stacy was alive. There was nothing. Mellie cried and screamed, and when the ambulance got there, it was too late. They had to pry Mellie's fingers from Stacy's lifeless body. She cried even harder when she realized she had Stacy's blood all over her shirt. It was one of the last reminders of Stacy. Mellie picked up a bracelet, which had blood all over it, and guessed it was Stacy's. She held it close to her heart. The policemen drove her home, Mellie still sobbing. Her mother started crying when she saw the state of Mellie, and they hugged each other with intensity. When they finally let go, Mellie trudged wearily upstairs, not even bothering to shower. She stripped off the bloodstained clothes and lied awake in her underwear, not sleeping, afraid of the dreams that may come to her.

"What did Stacy say to you that night?" Mellie burst into tears. The detective had come to her house in the morning for questioning, and all Mellie did was cry. "S-She said to find her killer and take revenge," she said, sobs racking her body. The detective did not seem to share her sympathy. "Did she say anything else?" Mellie didn't know. Last night seemed like a blur. She struggled to remember something. "S-S-She said that the person who murdered her also killed Catzby." The detective, a man called Ronald Keller, held in a gasp of surprise. "This has given us a giant new lead! We know these are connected! This is great!" he exclaimed. Mellie couldn't keep it in. "YOU THINK I CARE? A PERSON I KNOW WAS KILLED, AND ALL YOU CARE IS ABOUT WHAT LEAD THIS HAS GIVEN YOU?" she screamed. The detective seemed to be taken aback by this. Mellie stomped upstairs, opened the door to her room, and flung herself into her bed. She sobbed violently, all her thoughts of how she could've saved Stacy. Mellie finally summoned the strength to look in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, and dark circles were spread under her eyes. Mascara was leaking down her face from last night. A knock sounded from her door. Mellie uttered a weak"come in" and her mom entered. "Hi honey!" she said as sympathetically as she could. Mellie didn't answer. "I scheduled an appointment for you with a therapist." This made Mellie almost scream with anger. I don't need a therapist! Does she think I'm crazy? "I just think that maybe you need to talk to someone, to express your feelings," her mom explains. "I don't need somebody random to express my feelings to, I just need to get back to normal," Mellie mumbled. "Oh, ok," Mrs. Houff said. "I just thought-" "No mom, it's fine," Mellie cut her mother off. "Do you want me to cancel the appointment?" her mom questioned. "It's fine," Mellie mumbled. She headed upstairs and shuffled to her room. She dialed the number and called Alex. "Yellow," a peppy voice answered. "Hey Alex!" Mellie answered, mustering as much peppiness as she could. "Oh it's you!" Alex said, but it sounded as if It were a fake greeting, that she didn't seem excited to hear Mellie's voice. "What's with the greeting? I thought you would be excited to get a call from me!" Mellie exclaimed, a hint of worry in her voice. "What greeting?" Alex questioned, her fake excited voice faltering. "I know when you use your fake voice. What's wrong?" "Nothing is wrong, so leave me alone!" Alex suddenly snarled. Mellie, taken aback by her rudeness, dropped the phone. When she picked it up, she found Alex had hung up. She probably thinks I'm crazy because I go to therapy. Not my fault I can't under what I saw. She tried calling Alex's number again, but all she got was a voicemail.
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One Day Earlier
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Alex raced upstairs to check her Instagram. She had tons of new followers, and needed to know what they thought of her latest selfie. All she saw were likes, and she needed comments. She HAD to be popular. It was all that mattered. "Knock, knock!" a cheerful voice chirped. "Hey mom," Alex said, all her focus on her phone. "I've done some decision-making, and I've decided  that I don't want you hanging out with Mellie. She's a bit strange," her mother explained. This got Alex's attention. "She's my best friend! I can't leave her!" "She's a bit clingy, and all I've heard is 'Mellie this and 'Mellie that.' You need other friends." Alex was about to speak, but then stopped herself. This is what her father would've wanted, right? He would've wanted her to have new friends. After that... she couldn't. Alex pushed those feelings into the back of her head. She can't think about this now. "Ok, fine, I'll find new friends," she mumbled. "Great!" her mother chirped, as if nothing had happened. She left the room, and Alex was in a daze. She was confused. Whatever. Just ignore Mellie. She went back to her Instagram. It was late, around 10, when she saw the post. Her eyes widened. On Josh Sander's latest post, it said this:"RIP Stacy McCall. We'll miss you." In the picture, it showed a hysterical Mellie, and Stacy being carried off on a stretcher. Stacy is...dead? This was it. This was her ticket to the popular crowd.

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