Those Murders Chapter 3 *finished*

And Genevieve was gone.

I screamed.

A doctor came in. "What's wrong?" he asked, paranoid by my scream.

"Genevieve is...she's...gone!" I cried.  A tiny shriek came out from the telephone on the floor. I picked it up. "Listen, whether I do it alone," I looked at the cop, "or with help, I'll find her, okay? Okay." I hung up.

The cop looked at me. "What do you mean 'alone'?" It was just then, that I realized the cop was in the room and the doctor had left.

"Well, me and Gen have been trying to ask questions, state our side of the story, and we want to know what happened to our best friend! But we've only been ignored, blown off, or lied to! So what I mean by alone is that if you're not going to help and work with me, then I'll figure it out myself - I'm a lot smarter and more mature than you give me credit for! 16! I'm 16!" I threw my hands in the air.

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to the detective about it right now." And with that, he left.

I didn't know what to do next. I called my mom. "Mom! Genevieve- no...No...Yes...I'm fine! Mom, its Gene- mom!...Mom!...Mom! Genevieve is m- shut up!...Mom, listen to me! Genevieve is missing!" The line went dead. "Mom!" I gasped. I called again and sighed with relief when she answered. "Mom why did you hang up on me?...Oh, okay...Genevieve is missing...Okay then...Bye." She hung up by accident. But she didn't really care for Genevieve, she thought she was a bad influence, so she refused to help me.

I sat on the couch. I didn't know what to do. I sat there, remembering the memories of when Genevieve wasn't missing and Michael wasn't murdered. I sat remembering. Remembering turned to crying. Crying turned to sleeping. I was shaken awake.

The detective was standing above me. "I want to know everything, no interruptions." she said. So I went to another room.

I began the story...

"Me and Gen couldn't sleep, so we went for a walk. It was 6 in the morning when Mike told us he wanted us to come over..." I continued telling, the detective nodding and listening.

When I was done she said, "What about Genevieve? What happened with her?"

So I told her the story. And then something occurred to me. She was wearing her favorite scarf. "I think I have to go to the bathroom." I said, as I dashed away.

The detective followed me. Just as I suspected. The phone was right in front of the bathroom. I went in. It took everything I had not to cry. She was my best friend. And she was also lying in the middle of the bathroom floor, strangled by her scarf.

I hugged the detective and left. I didn't just leave the room, I ran right out of the house. I ran down the street. Without stopping, I fumbled for my phone. I had charged it while I was at Mike's. He has - had - the same phone as me. Remembering that made me cry. Blinded by tears, but not stopping, I grabbed my phone and called my mom. I told her about Genevieve and told her to pick me up. My mom knew where Mike's house was or is. I didn't know what to call anything anymore. I hung up the phone and sat on the curb. I told her exactly what street I was on.

Not 5 minutes later her car pulled up. I got in the seat. As soon as the doors were shut, I cried. As soon as the 98' BMW pulled in the drive I went to my room, still crying.

I called my older brother, James, who's in college. He didn't pick up, so I left him an email. It was Sunday. Great. I had school tomorrow. At least my - I guess I can call her my best friend now - best friend, Kyra, was there. I called my brother again an hour later. His roommate picked up the phone.

"Is Derek there?" I asked.

"No, he went for a walk, yesterday." He must have heard my gasp. "I'm just kidding. Here he is now. Yo Derek! Your sister's on the phone!" I heard him give the phone to Derek.

"Yo Ariel." I hate when he says that, but I was too upset to care. "Um, have you gotten the newspaper yet?" I asked.

""Not yet, why? What's wrong?"

"My best friends have been murdered." I could almost hear his jaw drop.

"Genevieve and Mike?"

"Yeah, I found that Genevieve was strangled, but no one will tell me what happened to Mike."

"Can I call you back?" he asked.

"Sure." I said, wiping my tears. I hung up.

Not ten minutes later he called me back. "I'm on my way home, tell mom." So I did.

"Why?" she half-asked, half-shrieked.

"She wants to know why." I asked Derek through the phone.

"What? Am I supposed to sit here while my baby sisters friends get murdered?" he asked.

And I repeated it to my mom. Well, it was enough for her.

"When will you get here?" I asked him. There was a knock on the door. "Hold on." I opened it. "Weird." I murmured.

"What?" Him and my mom both asked.

"No one there. So, when will you be here?" I asked again.

"2-3 days." he answered.

"Okay. I love you. Bye." I hung up. "Mom, do I have to go to school tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes you do." she answered.

I sighed and went upstairs, not knowing what to do.

My phone rang. It was - or would've been - Mike. I answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, its the detective."

"Hi?"

"Hi. I need to meet you at the park."

"O...kay?" I asked. I hung up. Then went to the park.

The detective was already there. I sat down.

"Hi. This is about Mike." I perked. Hopefully she wouldn't lie. "We found him, we know how he died, but we don't know who killed him." she said.

"Well, tell me what you know. Give me a theory. Give me both. Give me something!" I started to hang on the bars, but changed to balancing and pacing on top.

"Well, we found him at the bottom of the lake. This points out that he's been drowned. But we inspected the body, and no fight has been indicated. Either his death was his own fault, or he didn't try to fight against the attacker. And we inspected Genevieve. No fight was indicated."

I hopped down. "What's your theory?" I asked.

"None of us have one yet." she admitted.

"So where is he now?" I asked.

"His house." And with that, she was gone.