“She would never jump.” I had screamed at them. An accident, they called it maybe suicide, they said. Even though it’s not good to argue especially with police I did I yelled until I felt like my lungs would burst “Bella would never do that!” I had screamed at the three police officers in my house “She would never jump!!” It hadn't been any use. They had excused themselves from my room chatting softly with my parents in the hall. I only heard bits and pieces. Concussion. Memory loss. Overreacting. Once he gets better.
Even a couple of days later the pieces still fit in my head and their truth hurts. Of course, they won’t believe me it was a bad concussion. I don’t remember anything from that day so of course my logic is clouded. I grip my sheets tighter squeezing until my knuckles are white and my headache becomes too much, and I have to lay back down. I’m normally calm under most circumstances but this isn’t any circumstance Bella is gone. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I don’t wipe them away. There’s no way she would have jumped Bella isn’t like that… Wasn’t like that. Even though it’s been three days three days isn’t long enough to get over the death of someone close to you. No, the murder. While she was my girlfriend, she was also my best and closest friend. You don’t just forget about someone that special. I need to find out what happened. I still don’t have my memory back from that day, the doctors say I will remember it eventually, but I can’t wait for eventually I need to find out who killed her and soon before I lose my mind. And the best place to start looking would be Crescent Heights. I sit up ignoring the subtle headache in the back of my mind and wander downstairs. I head into the kitchen and find my dad making lunch, or dinner. I don’t know what time it is. “Hey! You’re up! Are you feeling better?” He asks “Yeah” I lie “I’m feeling great” He wiggles his eyebrows mysteriously at me “You want some lunch?” He says using his spatula to point at whatever he’s making “Nah, I’m not hungry.” I pause for a moment before dropping the bombshell “I want to go to school!” I say confidently “Today?” He asks looking confused “Today.” I answer with a bit less confidence “Well uh…” he looks unsure so I try to convince him “I’m feeling much better, and the doctor said it would be good to do normal things because it might help my memory co- “he interrupts me “Collen.” I stop “It’s… Sunday” He says his face filled with sympathy “Oh.” I say my cheeks heating up I’m going to go back upstairs I say turning around. I start going up the stairs and stop when I hear whispers
“Tom, why was Collen down here?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about Elaine, he was just asking about school.”
“Did he get his days mixed up”
“Yes”
“Tom what are we going to do?!”
I finish going up the stairs hating the sound of mother crying. And it’s all because of me! I can’t let them know I’m investigating Bella… I don’t want them to worry, I can handle this myself. I climb into bed ready to sleep the day away.
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