Finding My Killer

"SCARLETT MIRANDA ROSE." The tombstone read. "FELL OUT OF WINDOW. AGE 16. SHE WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER."

I venomously laugh as I read my tombstone. My name is Scarlett Miranda Rose, and I know
one thing for sure.

I didn't fall out of that window.

I was pushed.



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18. Chapter 18

"I know what you did." Drew and I found Mayella on her way home from school, and decided to confront her and get it over with.

She scrunches her nose and narrows her eyes at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Drew snarls. 

She readjusts the textbook she's carrying in her arms and takes a step back. "I really don't. Look, I have to get home to my mom--"

"Does the name Scarlett Miranda Rose mean anything to you?" He asks, taking a step towards her.

Mayella goes pale in the face and stumbles away from him. "She was my best friend! And she died, please, I can't talk about this without getting emotional--"

"Then why did you kill her?" He demanded. 

"I--I didn't--I would never--" She stuttered, looking around to see if anyone's watching. "You can't prove anything anyway," She stated, taking her textbook and slamming it upside Drew's head.

"No!" I screamed, rushing over to him where he collapsed. "Drew, wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I commanded as I jerked his shoulders trying to get him to open his eyes. "Come on, Drew, I don't even care about proving her crime anymore, just open your freaking eyes!" 

But Mayella walks right through me, changes her facial expression from angry to theatrically worried and tries to flag down the truck driving down the road.

The driver(Probably in his mid 20's) stops and rolls down his window. "Is everything okay? Do you need any help?"

"Would you help, please? I saw my brother going for a run, and he tripped and hit his head pretty hard, would you mind giving us a ride back to our house?" She sweetly asked.

"How could you?" I snarled.

"Of course," The man said, hopping out of his truck and rushing over to them.

"I can't believe you would do this Mayella! Why did you kill me?" I shrieked.

"Are you sure we don't need to take him to the hospital?" The man asked.

"No!" She said a little too quickly. "I just need to get him home. Our mom is a nurse, she can help him," 

"You freaking liar!" I growled. "She's a waitress at Sam's Diner!"

"Alright," The man said, hoisting Drew up by his arm and carefully walking over to his truck. 

Drew laid in the back seat of the man's truck and I sat back there with him, desperately trying to wake him up. 

"It's this house up here," I heard Mayella say.

"Come on, Drew, this man could help you if you would just open your eyes!" I pleaded with him, but all too soon the man opened the back door and slung Drew's arm around his neck and half walked, half dragged Drew into Mayella's tiny, two story, rundown house. 

"I think I got it from here. Thanks so much," She tells the man and takes Drew from him and wraps his arm around her neck.

"Not a problem." He tells her, heading for the door. "I hope your brother feels better."

"Sir! Please don't go!" I rushed after the man and tried to grab his arm, but no use. "Ugh! Why doesn't this work when I need it too? Wait, sir--" 

But he closed the door on his way out and left Mayella alone with Drew and I in Mayella's kitchen.

Drew's eyes fluttered as Mayella dropped him on the floor. "Scarlett?" He mumbled in a daze.

Mayella struck her hand hard across his face, and he winced. "Be quiet!" She growled. 

Her amber eyes shone with anger. 

"Drew," I whispered. His eyes searched for me. "I'm so sorry."

"Scar. . ." He trailed off, touching his head and wincing.

Mayella locked her front door and started to pace around her kitchen. "I just want to know--" She mumbled to herself, nervously wringing her hands together. "How did you figure it out?"

Drew smirked at her. "What makes you think that I would tell you?"

"Drew," I hissed. "Now is not the time to be a smartass."

He glanced at me for a second then turned his attention back at Mayella. She looked furious.

"If you think that you're going to get away and turn me into the police, you're deadly mistaken." She said, her voice frighteningly calm.

Mayella grabbed hold of her textbook again and was clutching it so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Look," Drew said with caution. "You don't want to hurt me. You've already caused a lot of pain to one family, do you really want to do that to another?"

She paused. "If. . . If it means it'll shut you up. . . Then yes," She foolishly tried to swing her textbook at him again, but Drew ducked out of the way and grabbed her wrist.

But faster than Drew could react, Mayella grabbed a kitchen knife from its holder on the counter and had it brandished before her.

She pushed him against the wall and held the knife to his neck. 

"Mayella," Drew whispered. "Don't do this,"

"Oh!" She laughed hysterically. She obviously wasn't in her right mind. "But I have to!" She pressed the knife further into his neck, and I saw a bubble of blood dribble out of the growing wound.

Drew closed his eyes, and I shook my head.

"Drew, don't you give up!" I screeched. "Don't close your eyes--You're not saying goodbye to me! You're not giving up on this!"
"Scarlett," He whispered.

"No! Drew--Don't you do it! Fight her, come on! You can take her!" I rushed up to him and desperately tried to hold onto him, but. . . I couldn't.

He looked at me. He wasn't going to fight her. She had a knife pressed to him, how could he defend himself? She was going to do it. She was going to kill him.

"Please," I whimpered. "Please, don't." I begged. Not to Drew, but to Mayella.

He was growing weaker. I saw it in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Scar," He whispered in finality.

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