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Write a mystery about how your character is 16 and just learned they were the last person to see their crush the night they were murdered. But when they come forward with these details, they become the new main suspect. They're determined to solve their crushes murder or risk going to jail for something they didn't do.

     "It was a blurry night, we were both drunk, and doing things teenagers do. I was confessing my feelings to him without thinking. I can't exactly remember his answer but it was the last time anyone has seen him... I miss him.." I said to the officer. Everyone at school was being interviewed. His parents found him dead in his closet after they got home.  The cops had interviewed me twice before since everyone accused me. 

     The cop wrote something down on his notepad and looked at me. "Are you sure that's all that happened? Because I've been told by multiple witnesses that you were the last one with him that night."

      "Well, you'd have to be pretty convinced yourself, to believe it's me. I just want to go home and cry," I admitted. I wanted to cry my heart out, as it was painful to know he was gone for good. I was half tempted to end it all in his memory because life without him had already become bland. All of my friends had either blocked me or become distant. The murder had only happened 17 hours earlier. The accusations hadn't gotten to me, because I know what I did. They just wanted someone to blame, someone to dump it on because at the end of the day all of us were scared.  

      "Fine, if you remember any details you think would help, don't hesitate to call us," He said before letting me leave. I got up and walked to my mother who has been upset since she's heard I wasn't a  good Christan anymore. I had to drive home with this weeping whore. I never liked my mother, forcing her Christan beliefs on me and my siblings. My sister always told me that when she died, she wanted to come back, like anything. My twin brothers took the religion with a smile, but always question, why God is the almighty. 

     As we approached our home, my mother started to ask more questions. Questions I didn't want to have to answer. My anger took the best of me, causing me to stop and leave the car in the middle of the road. What I was doing that night wasn't her concern. She should show more concern about the fact that a murderer was at the party. She always worried about the wrong things, the worst of the wrong things. As I stormed up the stairs my sister and brothers asked if I was okay, I shrugged them off. The second my bedroom door closed, I finally let it all out. I sobbed with all my being. How could you do something so cruel, how could you think this is a reasonable thing to do in life? Why would you kill him?  I thought as I slid down my wall. He was everything to me. Everything I needed. I never felt more alone with all the accusations and all the empty sympathy. I was either judged or given fake apologies.

    The days after were nothing more than grey and empty to me. My mother brought me meals, along with a verse. She wanted my faith in God to be restored. I let her do as she pleased, my heart was too broken to care. All until the next Friday, I saw the cops. I sat in the room, as usual, but this time was good news for me. "We found prints and a murder weapon, we believe we have our killer," He said, with a stern face. My face must have told him all my questions. "The reason I told you, it because I still have a strong feeling in my gut, that you had something to do with it. So you best admit it-"

   "Admit what? I am not the one you're looking for. Plus you have evidence, what more could you want?" I almost shouted. He put his hand up, but before he said a word I continued. "I am NOT a murderer. You best get to your goddamn job, and find this killer!" I stood up and left the room. He couldn't stop it.  It only took them two days to take the person in. The case went on for a week or two, but the person confessed to a crime they never committed. Put away for ten years. Hearing about it on the news made my heart jump a beat. I never thought I could get away with someone so callous but the cops believe anything if they get any evidence. The girl I framed was a sweetheart, a close friend, a friend who'd take the blame for anything, and that was proven. Poor girl didn't even know that I did it, its the tragedy behind it all. I can finally admit to you what happened that night.

   We were drinking together after a perfect football season. We snuck off to the roof and drank together. I remember every feeling I had felt in the moment, I felt almost at peace, even with the voices screaming in my head. He had asked me why I joined the football team, to begin with, and I answered honestly, that I wanted to get to know him. He said he was flattered by that, and it sounded like silk coming from him. I put my hand on top of his, and he didn't flinch. I examined every inch of his perfect face. He wasn't the asshole type of jock. He made you feel safe, and hell he was even smart. God, I had so many reasons to believe that this was meant to be. After a while of that, we went back downstairs to talk to our friends. Girls kept feeling him up, and it was making me feel tense. I eventually ran off to hide in his room for a moment of peace, but he followed me. He asked if I was okay. That's what set me off on a ramble of how deeply in love I was with him. I listed everything I loved about him. From his outer look to his personality. 

    But he didn't share this affection back. He had a reason for it, one that I couldn't quite grasp. He wasn't gay. Now, why would something like that stop true love? I could see in his eyes earlier that I was the only one for him. I saw in HIS eyes, that he undressed me. I felt the warmth of his hand against mine. Why would he let me touch his hand if he didn't want more than a friend? "Why wouldn't you want me? I could do things that a girl could never?" I asked. And he just shook his head. He wasn't gay, he repeated. My heart finally shattered. I nodded my head and apologized for my actions. He said it was just fine. I left to grab a knife to end my own life, but I realized I could try again. I went back to his room where he was sitting there alone.

   I didn't think twice, as I shoved the knife into the back of his neck. The gasps and gurgling of choking on his own blood turned me on. The sound of him thumping onto the floor excited me. Everything was going to be better. That's the relief I felt...

All he had to do was love me back, and he would've seen today. I realized I had power finally, and now I'm falling in love all over again, and I not afraid to kill another ...