This was bad, horrible, horrendous, terrifying. The body of my best friend was propped against the wall blood splattered everywhere. Without thinking I called the police and they arrived in minutes. Me and my two other friends were both taken into interrogation. I was sweating profusely as o waited for my turn. Praying that I don’t look suspicious.

Here I was, sitting in a uncomfortable metal chair across from a large burly police officer. He asked me questions about where I was and what I was doing. Teddy was dead. To be honest I never liked the dude I just hung out with him because he was friends with Lila. Teddy never seemed like the type to kill himself so he had to have been one of us. It couldn’t have been Rufus though he’s just so innocent. The police officer looked grim and disappointed as he told me to leave the room.

Teddy is gone. He’s gone, as in dead, as in never coming back. Rufus had been panicking but I was just trying not to cry. They were asking me questions. Yes I was asleep, no I didn’t hear any weird noises. Was I ready to admit that I think I know who did it, no I’m not. Ty never liked Teddy, he can also be a psycho sometimes. I’ve seen him beat a kid until bloody and on the verge of death then two minutes later forget what happened entirely. Rufus couldn’t have done it, but Ty could have. My best friend was gone because of his crush. The police closed the case a week later deeming it not as important as others.