Confessions of a Teenage Murder Victim

"Hi. My name is Annabelle Marie Davids. I'm 17 years old, born October 12th 1995, died January 18th 2013. Well, to be brutally honest, I was murdered." Annabelle was your average teenage girl. She had it all; the boyfriend, the parties, the looks and the popularity. Her parents even had the money. Her life was perfect. So why was she killed? With the help of ALIS, the After Life Investigative Squad, Annabelle slowly discovers the bitter and twisted hatred which led to one of her "friends" to murder her.

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4. Refusal

'You're refusing to let us investigate your death?' He asked, slowly; as though I was a child.

'Basically, yes. Unless you let me come with you on interviews. You said yourself that they wouldn't suspect a thing, and they'd be more likely to open up to me. Had you thought of that? Most of those people I've known my entire life, and they would never hurt me.'

'Have you thought how they'd feel seeing their dead friend in the dreams?' He asked coldly.

'You're being selfish. You just want to say one last good bye to people who are suspects in regard to your murder.'

'It's not selfishness. I want to prove to you that my friends are not guilty.'

'I refuse to take you on the interviews. Your case will just remain unsolved and you'll have to stay in Limbo.' He closed up the file with a definitive snap! and threw it down on his desk.

'What?' I asked, confused yet again.

'People's cases that remain unsolved stay in Limbo until their cases are solved at a later date. Many souls are still waiting to get allocated a case leader, and would weep with joy if I was their representative. But you're just an ungrateful child who knows nothing-' I stood up abruptly and slammed my palms down on the table, cutting him off.

'Stop it.' I said quietly, my voice quivering with restrained anger.

'You do not know me. Those people who you call "suspects" are my friends. What happened to innocence until proven guilty? You have no proof that they killed me. None. Also, your ego is really starting to annoy me. I don't care if your the Boss of the IDD or whatever it's called; you need to start treating people with a bit more respect!' I said, clenching my fists on the desk and looking into his hardened eyes.

'I have one more question that I want you to answer. If you're so important, then why has my case been given to you when it's so easy to solve you're already treating my friends as criminals? Think about that for five minutes before you dismiss me as a lost cause and an idiot.' I turned and walked over to the door.

'Where do you think you're going?' He asked, no emotion what-so-ever in his voice.

'Away from you before I choke on your ego.' I said, storming angrily through the door. I stalked through the office blocks, receiving stares of shock and disapproval. This time, I glared back at them, questioning their judging looks before I reached the door. I slammed it, hearing the noise echo loudly like thunder before I sank against the wall, breathing heavily.

I stared upwards. At least the stars were the same. I thought, identifying several constellations and stars. The only difference was that these stars looked close enough to touch.

I hugged my legs to my chest, resting my chin on my knees. 

'Sergeant William Anderson, huh?' I whispered, frowning. If all the souls here were the ones with unsolved cases... then wouldn't that mean his case was unsolved too?

'Hey. What's up party girl?' A guys amused voice spoke from my left. I looked up, and almost fell over in shock.

It was him!!

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