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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21. Chapter 21

Drew was released from the hospital two days later, and convinced his mom to let him outside of the house without her supervision. He still had bandages on his neck and shoulder, and was strictly told to not use his right arm until the stitches came out. Mayella was no longer a concern for the neighborhood, she confessed her crime at the police station and was later diagnosed with a mental disorder and is currently being treated at a mental hospital. 

And that basically brings us up to date.

Drew and I are currently sitting next to my headstone at the cemetery.

"You're going back to school on Monday, right?" I asked him.

Drew shook his head. "Wednesday," He said. "I get my stitches out on Saturday, and they're giving me a few extra days before they put me back into school,"

I nod. "Think you can survive there without me?" I smirked.

"I don't know," He smiled crookedly. "How can I get by without a ghost constantly following me around? Especially one with such a big mouth and no filter?"

I rolled my eyes and looked at my hands folded in my lap. They flickered once.

"Scarlett," He said softly. "It's happening again,"

I nodded. "I know." I said standing up. "It's time for me to move on,"

He stood up with me.

I see the bright light that once scared me so badly. But this time, it was welcoming. Like it was holding out it's arms, ready to embrace me into my new life.

"I wanted to tell you--" I start, but then stop myself. I really don't want to say goodbye to him. Why is this so hard?

"Tell me what?" He asks quietly. 

The light grows brighter, and for a second I think I can smell my great-grandmother's homemade double chocolate chip brownies.

"I think," I started again. "That I was falling head over heels for you, while you so graciously helped me find my killer." I said gratefully. "You also better visit this very spot to come and see me. I'll be looking out for you." I joked. I looked into his eyes and smiled sadly. "And I wanted to thank you--Again."

He smiled back at me. "It was my pleasure," He said quietly. 

The light was almost touching me, and I was almost ready for it. But. . . "I have to do one last thing before I go," I said.

"What is it?" He asked, confused.

I conjured up all of my strength and emotion and courage that I had left in me, stood on my tippie-toes and left a ghost of a kiss on his cheek.

A tear fell from his eye as his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

"Don't you forget me, Drew," I braced myself for the light that was getting closer and closer, and brighter and brighter. "I'll be waiting for you when it's your turn to come and see me,"

"I don't think I could ever forget you, Scarlett." More tears were falling from his eyes, but he smiled through the sadness.

I closed my eyes.

I love you, Andrew. I thought as I stepped forward and let the light engulf me.

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