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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19. Chapter 19

"M--Mayella?"

I heard a small shrill voice squeak. Mayella's head jerked around to the sound of it, and I saw one of the twins.

Kaylee.

She was standing at the front door, her eyes wide with fear.

Drew had an opening. Mayella was focusing on Kaylee--trying to figure out how to keep my baby sister from running.

Drew saw his chance and used the rest of his strength and pushed his knee up and kicked Mayella off of him.

She crashed to the ground and the knife clattered away from her. He lunged and tackled her as she tried to rise. "Get out of here and call the police!"

Kaylee ran out of the house, pulling her phone out and frantically dialing the number.

I looked at Drew. Blood was practically pouring from the wound on his neck, his eyes were droopy and unfocused. But he had Mayella pinned to the ground.

"How are you feeling, Drew?" I shakily asked him.

"I--Um--I feel diz. . . So dizzy," He said, his voice sluggish and slow.

"I know," I said, trying to sound as calm as I could. "I know, but you have to hold on for a little bit longer, okay? Just until the police get here. Do you think you can do that?"

He nodded. 

"Y--You're not really going to lock me up, are you?" Mayella stuttered. "I didn't mean to push her. I--I didn't plan on pushing her. I can't go to jail! You can't do this to me!"

Even in his dizzying state, he tightened his grip on her. "Like hell I can't." He snarled. Sweat plastered his long hair to his forehead, and blood soaked his shirt.

"Scar was my best friend! I--This wasn't planned, you have to believe me," She desperately tried to excuse herself. "She left me at the party to go talk to Tanya. She wanted to hang out with Tanya more than she wanted to hang out with me! And I tried to get her attention, but she blew me off, and they laughed at me!"
"No we didn't," I said, confused. "We were laughing at something Monroe said about the football team."

"I was just so mad!" She exclaimed. "Why would Scarlett choose Tanya over me? I was so angry. I don't even remember following her back to her house. She was staring out her window like she always does when she's trying to think, and I reached out. . . And the next thing I knew, she was falling from her window." Mayella was crying now. "My hands were shaking so badly. . . I--I snuck out the back door before her parents came home and then I ran." She sobbed. "I ran back to my house and played it off like it never happened. I was so afraid the cops were going to find out, even if there was no evidence that I did it."

I stumbled back into the countertop, knocking off a coffee pot and it shattered into pieces on the ground. Drew's head snapped up to the sound and there was a dazed look in his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a second. And then two seconds. And then three. Mayella narrowed her eyes at him, and wriggled out of his grasp. Drew collapsed to the floor, and Mayella scrambled up off of the floor, grabbing the bloodied knife. She raised it up over her head--

"No!" I screamed, and lunged out and grabbed her hand. My grasp only held for a split second and she slipped through my grip, plunging the knife into his shoulder--just missing his chest.

I ran to Drew's side while Mayella cackled. She was in hysterics, laughing so loud that I couldn't even hear the sirens approaching the house.

She jumped to her feet and tried to run out her back door.

"Hold it!" A dark skinned policeman was pointing his pistol at Mayella. "Put your hands on your head and get down on the ground."
Mayella stood, frozen in shock.

"Now!" He ordered, and she sank to her knees. The officer cautiously walked to her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. 

A second officer entered the house and took Mayella from the other officer. "How fast can you get an ambulance down here?" He spoke into his walkie-talkie on his shoulder. 

"8-10 minutes at the most," The scratchy voice said over the walkie-talkie.

"I'm gonna need you to do better than that," The officer barked and rushed to Drew's side.

"Hey buddy," He said, shaking Drew's arm. "Are you awake in there?" His eyes fluttered, but he didn't respond in any other way.

"Alright then," The officer mumbled, taking a rag from the counter and pressing it to the wound on his neck.

Let him live. I silently prayed. Please. Don't let him leave this world like this. Let him live.

Two agonizingly slow minutes went by and I heard the sounds of a second siren.

They loaded him onto a gurney and pushed him into the ambulance. I followed right by his side and stood next to him on the whole ride to the hospital. 

I couldn't bear to see what would happen in the trauma room, so I waited outside the door for him. I sank to the ground and pulled my knees up to my chest, waiting to see if the guy I was falling in love with would live to see another day.

Please. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands. Let him live.

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