Missing Samantha Morgan

Accusations

ACCUSATION-

NOUN

1.a charge or claim that someone has done something illegal or wrong:

"accusations of bribery"

OR

2.the action or process of accusing someone

"accusational tone"

I was going to be arrested in the next few hours-and I had no idea.

It was late, maybe 10:30 or so, and Sam was leaving my house after a long session of studying for tomorrow's test.I should have asked her to stay over, but her house is just across the park,and so the thought had not come to my head.She had taken that same route home every Thursday for 3 years and I didn't expect anything to be different,however when I think back to that night , I remember feeling slightly uneasy ,but I ignored the feeling, and I hate myself for it.

An few hours later, I got a call from Samantha's mum asking if Sam was staying over, because she had not come back, but I told her that she left my house three hours ago.Maybe she took a detour,or maybe she stopped by at a friend's house?We considered all the options, but the uneasiness spread and got worse, and so I grabbed my coat ,keys and my phone and silently slipped out of the house.

I ran down the street ,and then crossed at the end, the park gates looming over me, like a gaping,open mouth of hell itself-I hated coming here with other people , let alone on my own at night.I got to the gate and turned on the flashlight app on my phone-I remember me and Sam camping out in my garden telling stories over the ghostly white lights of our phones, and I felt a pang in my chest again-something had happened, I was sure of it.

I followed the path that Sam always took when she walked home-dark trees on either side, blocking out all light from the houses opposite.I continued on ,looking all around me for traces of my friend,and failing,when my foot caught  on something and I fell forward.As I got up,I noticed an object lying further up the path under a nearby bush,and my breath caught in my throat as I realised that it's was one of Samantha's shoes.I ran to it and slowly picked it up, the metallic stench of blood crawling inside my head. Suddenly, a terrifying scream ripped through the air and I looked around blindly,to see where the scream was coming from,but it took me a while to realise that it was coming from me .I tried to cover my mouth , but the noise was still echoing all around me,filling my ears.I pulled my hand away, not fully trusting myself to not scream again, when I noticed the taste of blood  in my mouth from my stained hand.

And then ,complete darkness.

The next thing that followed was a blur of lights and a feeling of being carried,my body swaying with the motion and ,after, sheer panic.People rushing around me ,talking in hushed voices which then rose ,until I could not hear myself think.My eyes fluttered open, and I looked to see where the voices are coming from.I swivelled my head to the right and saw my mum,Sam's mum and two police officers sitting around the solid wood table in the corner of the room.I remember hearing  my voice, rough  and panicked,in the sudden silence that engulfed the room."What happened?Where's Sam?".   I tried to get up and then  felt a pair of arms gripping my shoulders.

"Miss Roberts,you're under arrest- I am afraid we have to take you down to the police department-you are the main suspect in this investigation.We think that...you kidnapped and killed Samantha Morgan".The officer's grip loosened slightly.It was all too much.

And that was when I started to run.