The Murder Continues

~Fender’s POV~

I laid down on my bed lazily. It had been three days since I broke up with Norah, and for that long I didn’t go to school. All I did was staying in my room and daydreaming. I didn’t go out of my room even once. I couldn’t sleep. I only ate when I felt so starving. I picked the food my mother put in front of my door.

Some people had come to see me. They were my teachers from school, some of my friends and football mates, and even from the police. But I didn’t want to see them. I just heard they were talking with my parents downstairs. Only Frank I allowed coming to my room, and he always got in from my window because I didn’t want to make people think I made a special treatment to him. But still, I spent most of my days alone in my room.