I Didn't Do It

Franks POV

No one was in her bedroom, which left the bathroom. I swung open the door to a body. A familiar body. Johannas body. Johannas body with blood oozing out of her chest and slashes from a razor or knife across her arms and legs. I dropped to the floor. Making no sound, just tears gushing out next to her. It was nearly %100 clear who had done this, her stalker, who ever was following her. I just wash wishing she felt as little pain possible.
I wasn’t sure how long I was there for but I needed to call the police, despite how much pain and horror I was in, I managed to get to a phone and dial the emergency number, I explained the sequence of events that happened from when I arrived in the driveway and then a few minutes later both a police car and ambulance showed up, they rushed in and I just couldn’t watch Johanna being taken away in a body bag, after she was gone the police officers were questioning about her life and what happened when I got here.
“Well I suggest you go home and try to stay calm and relax, we will notify you if we have find any suspects” one of the officers notified me. I was happy with that answer, as much as I hated whoever murdered Johanna, I just wanted there to be peace. The police officers dropped me home because I couldn’t concentrate on driving, and after that experience, I didn’t want to crash.
My house seemed alone and lifeless, It felt like I didn’t belong there, or like I should be doing something different. What I couldn’t process is that my life will never be the same, that I wont ever be able to call my best friend and talk about my day again, I wont ever here her amazing piano skills. The person I wanted to talk about Johanna’s death was Johanna. And sadly only she knows who murdered her. That night I couldn’t sleep, I spent all that time questioning so many things I couldn’t count. My bed which was normally warm and comfy now felt hard and cold, the blankets use to be soft and cuddly though now they feel rough and just uncomfortable. That morning I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, but I didn’t want to be one of those people who lose someone and then just don’t live their life, so I literally forced myself up and out to the kitchen, made myself some tea started to make my breakfast, I was determined to carry on.

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