‘’Who’s there?’’ Finally! ‘’This is Megan’s friend. I’m working with her on a project with her. Would you mind giving the phone to her?’’ The person talking - her father probably - sighed heavily. After a few minutes someone said ‘’Hello?’’ It was Megan. She sounded so much like Isabelle. If she was more cheery then she’d sound exactly like her. ‘’Megan? This is me, Evelyn’’ She would probably remember me, it had only been a few hours since we had met. ‘’Evelyn? Why are you calling me?’’ Here goes nothing. ‘’Well, um, you’re Isabelle’s cousin – right?’’ There was a long uncomfortable pause. ‘’Yes’’
‘’Oh! Great!’’ Why did I sound so happy? ‘’Look, you need to come over to my house. Right now. Please, it’s an emergency’’ She sighed loudly. ‘’Fine, I’ll come’’
Megan had to know something related to Isa’s death. She had to. Isabelle had said how close they were. Maybe they were fighting on that day she acted so weird. But I was extremely confused about one thing – how could you look exactly like your cousin? Oh, come on! There are people who look like they’re great grand aunts. That does make sense.
I settled on the couch. This was all so weird. I grew up reading so many books, and many of them were crime thrillers. And now I was stuck in one. How I used to wish my life was like those books. Now I would give anything to just have a normal life. We never really appreciate what we have. Wishing our lives were like some princess. So many of those princesses get stuck in 100 years of life, or are forced to not talk with the sister they love. The life we have – with our friends and family all right, being able to live in a good home, eating good home. We want so much more. And when we do get everything we want, we want more. I was so foolish. Was having a thrilling life worth losing Isabelle?
No, it wasn’t. It never will be. And there’s nothing thrilling here. My mind was going crazy. It had been weeks since I talked to Laura or my parents, or had a good meal, or went out. I was failing in so many of my classes and getting detention every single day. The books never tell stuff like that. The detective is so smart and has so many clues. She also has so many people to help her. If I told Laura about what I’m doing, she’d tell that it was a job for cops and not me. How would she know?
She didn’t lose her best friend. She wasn’t the one who was always talking to Isabelle. She doesn’t know the pain I experienced when I heard she was dead. The pain that I’m still experiencing. Once in a while, I would be utterly exhausted and fell asleep. And then I’d have a nightmare about her being tortured and ultimately murdered. Sometimes I’d hear her calling ‘’Evelyn…Save me…….Please……’’
‘’Evelyn! Hey, open up!!’’ Seems like Megan is here. I opened the door and saw her angry face. ‘’Are you crying?’’ Am I? I touched my face, and sure enough, I was crying. How didn’t you notice that you were crying? ‘’Yeah, I guess so. Come in’’ She looked confused but still followed my words.
‘’What is this emergency?’’ Truth time. ‘’Look, so you know that Isa is dead. And she – she was my best friend. So, well, I – I’m trying to figure out who murdered her’’ I looked up and saw her wide eyes. ‘’Are you crazy? That’s a job for he cops! Not some high schooler. Who do you think you are? Sherlock Holmes? It’s –‘’ ‘’Stop! Just stop! You don’t understand! You never will !!! Isabelle was my best friend!! And you won’t know the pain I have !! Do you know how tough it is? She was the only one who understood me!! She was like my sister!! And what will happen when the cops do figure out? They’ll sentence them to prison. I want to kill them ! I want them to experience the pain!! She was my favourite person!! I still can’t accept the fact that she’s dead !! And- and-‘’
I collapsed on the floor crying. Hysterical crying. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I can’t. Isabelle’s gone.
‘’Evelyn – I’m sorry’’ I looked up to see Megan. Her eyes were filled with pain as well. I never thought about the fact that she was close to Isabelle as well. ‘’I loved Isabelle too. She was my sister. It’s just – I’m not the bravest person Evelyn. I’m this quiet girl in class who always obeys the teacher and never break the rules. The girl who doesn’t stand up to bullies. The girl who was told to be quiet and avoid problems. Murder, revenge - I’ve never thought of those’’
I wiped the tears from my face. ‘’This is different. You say you loved Isabelle. If you did, then you wouldn’t be like this. If you truly loved her, then you want to do something’’ Her sad face twisted into anger. ‘’You- You dare say that?! Of course I loved her! It’s just that-‘’ She sighed deeply. ‘’Fine. I’ll come with you. I’ll get revenge on those who murdered her’’
 
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