"She was angry at me, that's why she didn't say anything" I defended myself "why was she angry with you?" She asked
"Normal roommate fights and all, what happened to her?" I asked "what will you describe as a normal roommate fight?" She asked, avoiding my question again
"What happened to jasmine?" I asked again, if she isn't willing to tell me, I'm not going to tell her anything
She stared at me for a while "her family decided to keep it private for a while. What do you describe as a normal roommate fight?"
I explained the cause of our fights, leading up to when she left. I don't want to be involved with the police and withholding information is not the right thing
"Is there anyone she was involved with except her boyfriend?" She asks me again "no, I don't think so"
"You may leave, for now" I stood up to go but was stopped by her "miss stevens........" she started but stopped midway "yeah" she stared at me "never mind" I walked out
I returned to my dorm room as fast as I could, clara was just standing in the middle of the room, scrambling back to her bed the moment the door flew open.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, i don't know what happened to jasmine so I'm filled with the sense of paranoia " nothing" she shrugs
I cleaned my bed, throwing away the left over burger. I think I should sleep to clear my head, I laid down, glancing over at jasmine's slightly wrinkled bed, which is weird because she hasn't been here
After tossing and turning for a while, I opened my laptop I searched up, mrs Chester detective.
Her name is Chester Lauren and she is a renowned homicide detective, I quickly shut the laptop. Is jasmine dead? Did she do the killing?
A wave of chill rushed through me, fuck why is it so cold. A selfish part of me hopes she did the killing, she can be annoying but no one deserves death.
Why is her bed rumpled? Did Clara touch her bed? My heart is beating so fast. I'm so scared
I just need to calm down, breath Annabelle. I'm sure jasmine is fine, maybe she was involved in something bad but she is fine, I just need to focus on my studies.
I took out my German note and read a little before falling asleep.
Morning came by fast, I quickly got ready, the cold water took my mind off of jasmine for a while, which I'm selfishly grateful for. I put on a maxi dress and combed my hair out
I walked towards my first class, English, I take two English; the general English and English.
I quickly took a seat, oblivious to the others around me "hey, is this seat taken?" A girl with blonde hair asked "no it's not" I smiled, even though I wanted to tell her to fuck off and get a seat at the back. It's a huge hall with hundreds of seats
She took a seat beside me, arranging her table. The class started a minute later, the lecturer was going on and on about syntax, I zoned out completely, thinking about the cops again
"Miss stevens?" I looked up and the whole class was staring at me "yeah" mrs Chester and the dean were standing at the door
"Can you come to my office for a while?" he asked, it's not really a question though, they know I can't say no. I nodded and packed my bags while they exchanged words with the lecturer
"Mrs Chester has some questions to ask you?" The dean said leaving us in his office for privacy "miss Chester, I would like to know what has happened to my roommate. You are a homicide detective, what happened to jasmine?" I ask before she could say anything
"It's confidential, like I said before." She curtly answered "I doubt that though, if it's confidential you won't be dragging me out of class. Hell, if it's confidential I won't even be here. If it's confidential you won't be asking people questions" i said , my voice slowly rising "so tell me what happened to my friend" I stated
"You want to know what happened to your friend. Your roommate was murdered, the back of her skull was fractured and she was drowned with multiple DNA's inside her. That's what happened to your friend" she shouted "at least that's the only report so far" she said
The back of her skull was fractured. With multiple DNA's in her. She was drowned
Jasmine is dead
Immediately the thought registered in my head, everywhere went dark
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