“The knife belongs to me.” The words came out as barely a mutter. They didn’t seem real as everyone’s eyes turned towards me. It was definitely my knife if I hadn’t claimed it I know they would have seen my initials engraved onto it’s hilt.

The knife was the same one used to kill my dearest friend. They wouldn’t think I was the one who killed him. Would they? Would they really think I would have killed my best friend over a silly little fight. Everyone else had a reason to do it so why did it have to be my knife. My knife where would they have gotten it, I had to hide it to bring it here so why, how?