MYSTERY

I broke down in tears and screamed at the top of my lungs. Justin had just 20 days left to live and now what? He's dead?! Why?! Why Justin?! Why's the universe unfair? It felt like I got stabbed in the chest with a knife and felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe well and was choking. Thankfully a nurse was around who hurriedly helped out. She calmed me down and made me take a pill which was kind of helpful at least.

Tears rolled down my eyes and at that moment I knew nothing could be done to bring Justin back. As I lay on my bed, I started reminiscing on the memories Justin and I made. The laughter, the jokes, the sweet touches, the kisses, and most especially the sweet strokes he'd always do down my back. God! I miss him.

This is a lot for me to take in. At that point, I just couldn't think straight. It was like my whole world crumble like that was the end of the world. The only person who gave two fucks about me is not around and there's nothing I can do about it. I don't think I'll ever get over this.

I was deep in my thoughts when Evans walked in with tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes looking all puffy and swollen. I was lost for words at that moment. I made a hand gesture telling him to come closer which he did. He moved closer to my bedside and I hugged him closely while consoling him.

I kissed him on his forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry".

I can then really cry our hearts out because, after a short while, Evans fell asleep with his head wrapped around my arms. I played with his hair and let him lay by my side. Seeing him only made me miss Justin the more. The striking resemblance between them is just something I can't phantom.

"Evans?" A woman called.

I opened my eyes to see who it was, turned out to be Justin's mom.

"Hello ma'am" I greeted.

"Thanks for taking care of Evans. How're you holding up?" She asked.

I stared at her for a second and I could notice her eyes were puffy. She had cried earlier which was so obvious because her face was red and eye bags formed a wall around her eyes.

I gave a fake smile and said "I'm fine ma'am. I'm sorry about Justin. He meant a lot to me".

"I know dear. I heard you were his girlfriend" She said and held my hands in hers.

"What's your name dear?" she asked.

"Cassandra Manchester" I answered.

She was so sweet and warm. Her hands were soft and warm just like Justin's. Tears welled up my eyes but I tried so hard to stop the tears from dropping. She wiped the tears off my face and I could swear she was almost in tears too but she conquered it with a weak smile.

"I'm so sorry about Justin. I'm sorry" I sobbed.

"It's okay," She said faintly as her voice coerced.

"We've gotten the footage!" I man yelled and Justin's mom rushed out to see who it was and what was going on.

The man said while panting "The footage of what happened to Justin has been found. We've gotten the killer".

Mrs. Leicester opened her eyes in bewilderment and rushed down to check out the footage and bring whoever killed her son to justice.

I wonder who the killer would have been. Who would hate Justin so much that he would kill him for nothing? As I lay on my bed, I made a silent prayer for the killer to be caught.

"WHAT?!" I heard a roar.

"No, no, no, no! It can't be! No!" A woman screamed and that woman happened to be Mrs Leicester, Justin's mom.

I heard footsteps and pleas from people, begging her to stay calm.

Mrs Leicester walked into my room and pointed her finger at me and said, "You! you did this to my poor baby!"

She fell to her knees and cried.

I was totally confused and had no idea of what was going on.

"What---What's going on?" I stammered.

"You wanna know what's going on?! Well, I'll tell you!" Mrs. Leicester yelled.

"You killed my baby! You killed Justin. What did he do to deserve it? I'm sure he was being nice to you just like he has always been to everyone around him. He wasn't a bad person. He was never a bad person" Mrs Leicester lamented.

"I---I---still don't understand why ---what's going on," I said still looking confused and unaware of the situation.

A young man who might be in his mid-20s stepped forward and analyzed the whole situation for me so, I could understand.

"The killer was apprehended and was interrogated. He confessed that you asked him to kill Justin and---" I stopped him before he could go on any further.

"First of all, I never asked anyone to kill Justin. I would never do that to someone I love!" I said.

"Do you know who Gabby is?" The young man questioned.

"Yes, I know that bastard " I answered.

"And what is your relation with him?" He asked.

"It's a complicated one. But you can assume he used to be my boyfriend " I said.

"Well, Gabby said you asked him to kill Justin and that you both had this planned," He said.

"What?! No! that's not true! you have to believe me. I would never do that. Gabby has always been a monster. Trust me, I would never do that! I swear it!" I tried to convince everyone to believe me but no one seemed to believe me.

"Evans tells them. You know I would never do such a thing" I cried.

Evans turned and hid behind his mom. Seems Evans also wouldn't believe me. What have I gotten myself into? What's going on?!

"I'll make sure you're arrested and you spend the rest of your life in jail. You have to suffer for your sins" Mrs. Leicester looking determined to send me to jail sent a shiver down my spine.

At that point, I knew no one would save me this time. There's no running from all of these.

Mrs. Leicester picked up her phone and dialed a number on her phone.

"Yes, Yes. Please hurry up. Alright, thanks" She said and hung up.

A few minutes later, the police came and said to me, "You're under arrest for the murder of Justin Leicester and whatever you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You also have a right to an attorney"

I was cuffed to my bed because I wasn't discharged yet. Once I'm fully recovered, I'd be taken in for some questioning and I'll probably be rotting in jail afterward.

This whole situation came as a shock to me and after hearing everything, I lost consciousness.