One week ago:
The first thing I noticed after my eyes opened was blood coating all over my hands. I flew into a sitting position, my eyes widening in horror as I lifted my hands to regard it closely while a confused frown appeared across my face.
Blood?
How?
When I glanced down at my body, my shock only tripled because I realized that my clothes were soaked through with blood. The stench hit me right in the face at once and I retched hard, doubling over to spill out the content of my stomach over my bed.
I breathed hard, my head already starting to spin.
What the was happening?
The last thing I remembered was my best friend handing me a drink, the usual one we shared on most evenings after studying long and hard. I had passed out after that, only to wake up to this.
With my limbs trembling, I kicked off the sheets and crawled off the bed, my shock worsening on noticing bloodied footprints and fingerprints all over my room. My mouth hung open and my heart pounded so hard, I stumbled a few times while making my way to my best friend's room.
My roommate and I share a dorm here in the school's male's dormitory, and he tends to play silly jokes most times. I tried assuring myself that this was a joke and nothing more, but my heart was still lodged in my throat as I finally got to my best friend's room. The bloodied footprints all over the place and bloodied handprints were all over his door and his doorknobs. I almost scoffed and rolled my eyes because this just proved that all of this was nothing but a prank by my stupid best friend.
I pulled on the doorknob and stepped into the room, already calling out my best friend's name as I struggled to find the light. On switching it on, the sight that greeted me made me stop dead in my tracks.
My best friend was splayed over his bed, a knife sticking out of his stomach and blood pooled all around his body.
The scream I let out was ear curling right before I stumbled forward, grasping his shoulders just as tears spilled down my face.
"Oh my god. Rory, is this a joke?!" I cried out, shaking my best friend hard, but he remained unresponsive. His lips was parted and blood pooled in his mouth. As I stared at him closely, I noticed reddened fingerprints around his throat and the breath whooshed out of my throat.
He has been murdered.
My best friend of over ten years has been murdered, right here in our shared dorm.
We literally had plans to play dress up tonight. We have the next two months already planned out as well. How is he dead? Who killed him?
I gripped him tightly and sobbed, begging for him to return back to me because a part of me was still contented to believe this was a joke, but the realistic part of me already accepted the truth.
My best friend was truly dead.
But by who?!
I was still sobbing when the sound of the front door getting broken down made me stiffen before panicking.
Was that the killer coming back for me? Did they realize that they forgot to kill me as well?
Before I could even do anything, men began to poor right into my best friend's room, and I panicked at first, but that was before I realized they were the cops. At once, relieve coursed through every inch of me.
"My friend got murdered, please! You must catch the killer!" I cried out right before about ten men in here all pointed their guns at me at the same time, making the words die in my throat.
I gaped at them in shock , mind whirling in confusion, especially after one of them stepped forward with a pair of handcuffs.
"You're to not take a step. You're under arrest for the murder of the entire students on this particular floor. You're to remain silent till we grant you the opportunity to speak. You're not opportuned to a lawyer. If you try to make this hard for us, we have the right to shoot." The cop spoke briskly and I could only gape at them in shock and bewilderment.
I was confused and lost, I had a lot of questions to ask. I wanted to point out a very big error to them, because they were clearly mistaken right now since I clearly wasn't the killer, but because they were clearly serious and I didn't want to get shot, I remained silent while I roughly got bundled up.
After that, as I got dragged out of the dorm room I shared with my best friend, It felt like I got electrocuted when I was greeted with the sight of so many dead bodies as I got dragged down the hallway of this particular floor. I had thought the cop was mistaken about everyone being dead, but from the look of dead bodies everywhere, it was clear he had been right.
Which left me with one question.
Why did they think I was the one who did this?
I didn't do this. I didn't kill anyone.
Now, if only I'd get listened to.