We're All Full Of Lies

I nearly dropped my mug in my attempt to make it to the TV as quick as possible. I grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume to hear what the reporter was saying.

“Early this morning the body of a young woman was found in a warehouse about 5 minutes out of town, the girl was found wearing a pink dress and seemed to have died from various injuries causing a major blood loss. Time of death was put between 1-2am this morning. The owner of the warehouse found the woman’s body after he went to collect some of his possessions at around 7am this morning and noticed that the door to warehouse was unlocked when he arrived, police are currently looking into the case and we will update you as we obtain more information”

Images flashed across the screen of the crime scene, a woman whose body looked mangled was strewn on the floor in a dainty pink dress, the pink however was almost melted away due to the amount of blood staining the dress. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. Those images, they seemed so familiar. Mr Way. His painting. His painting he never let us see. The glimpse I had gotten of it the other day. The unmistakable pink dress and copious amounts of blood.

I had decided to suss out Ray, Mikey and Frank at lunch to see if they knew anymore on the murder. I had waited until they were all sat in silence mindlessly poking and prodding at the rather awful excuse for food on their plates,
“Uh so did you guys hear about the murder this morning?” I asked pushing my half empty plate away from my body and resting my elbows on the table.
Ray’s head shot up and he shuffled a little closer to me before speaking, “They reckon is was the owner of the warehouse who did it, they think it was pretty suspicious that he just happens to visit the warehouse – which he hadn’t been to months – on the day the girl was murdered”

“It was probably that creepy guy that got let out from jail the other week, he’s living in the southern part of town, he got put away for indecently exposing himself and then stabbing a woman outside a nightclub a few years back” Frank leant forward into the conversation.
“What do you reckon Mikey?” I looked over at him, he was obviously not interested in the conversation at all.

“Huh? The murder, oh uh I don’t know, probably some crazy guy” He just shrugged his shoulders. I suppose murder and mystery didn’t excite everyone, Mikey being a perfect example.

“It’s kind of creepy though, I mean from seeing the photos it looked like this guy did some serious damage, he like cut up half her body” I said shuddering. We all fell into a comfortable silence after my comment, Frank and Ray pondering on what had been said and Mikey was completely zoned out.
My thoughts were fixated on one thing - Mr Way’s painting. Maybe it was just a coincidence? He couldn’t possibly be a murderer, no he was too nice, too teacher like, but then again I had caught him more than once with and almost murderous look on his face.

“I’ll call you when I’m done” I smiled giving Mikey a goodbye hug and waving as he walked down the hallway and out of the school.
Just as turned to shut my locker door Frank came sliding around the corner covered in sweat and carrying his guitar case.
“Hey Fra-“ I started.
“Ty-Tyler, fuck run!” The smiled fell from my face at his words. I slammed my locker shut and ran the short distance to the art room door. We beat furiously on it and fumbled with the doorknob. The damn thing was locked. Where the hell was Mr Way, he never leaves the art room. He should be there. Frank quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the door. We ran full speed down the empty hallway. The sound of our shoes squeaking against the tile floor echoed around us. It reminded me a bit of horror movies with the high pitched screams they usually play in the background to help build tension. Although when you have a human representation of death chasing you down a school hallway you don’t really need to build anymore tension. Frank halted to an abrupt stop and pulled me into what I thought was a classroom. The room was completely black and I only knew where Frank was because of his heavy breathing. I took a few steps back but found myself falling backwards. There was a loud crash and few other bangs. Something was sticking into my back and causing an extreme discomfort. I squinted my eyes shut as light filled the room. Frank all of a sudden burst out into hysterics.

“What?” I questioned before looking around. I was tangled in a mess of tom hats and snare drums. I must have fallen over a drum kit in the dark. Rolling a little to try and reposition myself I found the source of the pain in my back. The wooden stool that sat behind the drum kit had almost completely lodged itself in my back. I examined the damage. Four perfect round red circles, they’ll leave some nice bruises. Frank was still laughing as he took hold of my hand and helped me to my feet.
“We should probably fix up the drum kit, I don’t think I broke anything other than a few vertebrae” I said sarcastically.
Frank was still holding back giggles as we picked up each of the drums and placed them in their proper positions.
“Oh shit, detention! Dammit, he’s probably going to give us even more because we were late” Frank pushed open the door and stepped out into the hallway.
“Well come on then” I smiled and grabbed his wrist before running down the hallway towards the art room.

Notes

hey there! I hope you enjoy this chapter! two updates in one day to make up for the lack thereof yesterday! thank for you reading and please do comment and all that! :D
sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors!