After the little sobbing fest, I run into my room, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. I quietly close the door and just stand there. My head reels with thoughts, but they remain there. I walk up to my mirror and stare at the reflection.

The girl in the mirror has tangled, curly, black hair. The girl in the mirror has red, tired, green eyes that are tired and lifeless. The girl in the mirror has cheeks that are hollow and pale. The girl in the mirror stares at me with a blank expression.

Why do I have to be the girl in the mirror?

"I guess that will be a forever unknown question," I answer bitterly.

Shaking my head, I look away and trudge over to my bed. I sit on the edge; springs squeaking under my weight. I stare at the fading white carpet, shuffling my feet. The beige carpet moves as I move my feet back in forth; the small fragments moving.

I remember my dad putting in this carpet. He had such a fun time putting down. I know it sounds weird, but it's true.

My dad's green eyes flash in amusement as my five year old self peeks her head in to look at the progress.

"Calliebear! You can't look yet!" he scolds playfully.

I giggle and quickly close the door.

"But Daddy, Cuddles wants to see her new kingdom!" I whine pouting slightly.

I hear him chuckle.

"Well...I guess I can show you the kingdom," he sighs.

I squeal and open the door. I gasp in delight at the room. The walls are a neutral color with doodles of hearts, and a doodle of my name on it. I look down at my carpet and see white carpet. I squeal and run around the room, feeling the soft carpet between my toes.

"Cuddles and I love it, Daddy!" I squeal, running up to him and wrapping my tiny arms around his neck.

"I'm glad you like it, Calliebear."

"You're the best Daddy ever, and you're my daddy!"

Tears flow down my cheeks at the memory. Wow, I've been crying a lot lately. Looking up to the cracked ceiling, I close my eyes.

"You still are the best daddy ever. I miss you so much...please, come back," I beg softly.

Of course, there's no answer.

I wipe the tears away, deciding I need to distract myself. I stand and grab a paper and pencil. Thoughts run through my head as I write the words "White Rose: Callie's Side" on the paper.

That's right ladies and gentlemen, Callie Trentson is going on her own personal investigation. 

I tap the pencil to my chin, getting lost in my thoughts. I write down a list of what's happened so far and clues. 

-Miss Jennson and Eddie both had white roses. Miss Jennson is the only one holding it.

-Daddy was also holding a white rose in his casket.

-Matthew is part of the police force.

-I am a suspect, but I'm innocent.

-The killer knows my name.

I tap the pencil to my chin, feeling the gears in my head turn. I then write down questions.

-Why are there white roses near every victim?

-How does the killer know my name?

-Why did I trust Matthew? 

Taking a deep breath, I write down the question that has been bugging me, since the beginning.

-Why is the killer after me?