Let's End This!

I let my nose escort me to the kitchen where the food is all prepared, but the chef isn't anywhere in sight. I sit down and wait patiently for the others to appear. Soon enough, they each came to take advantage of this banquet. I started to consume the food, but before I attempted to take a sip of the orange juice, I had speculated that it looked a bit tinted than usual. I yell out to the others, "Do not drink the beverage! " I was too late. Micheal had drunk the whole glass and passed out. Fear fills our body, as Micheal goes from breathing to going unconscious. I stand up and take away everyone's glass and pour it out. Who made this? Sarah looks at zayne, and Zayne looks at me. It was Sarah. I taught her how to cook, and she told me she would try it out today. she also washed dishes today." Sarah looks shocked as if she knew nothing about it. "I woke up late, and I changed my mind. I did not make this meal!" Micheal startles us as he exhales loudly. He starts coughing. I help him to his feet and zayne rushes to give him a cup of water. I forget about the commotion earlier and try to help Micheal get better. A few hours go by, and it is suspiciously silent. Sarah enters my room with a smile plastered on her face and asks me if I wanted to talk to her about something. As she was talking, I observed her behavior and body language, but she wasn't herself. She seemed more confident. She was rambling on about how she knew Zayne was a murderer. Sarah thought that he was mad about his girlfriend leaving him.

 I did not think much of it since Zayne did not talk much about their relationship together.``I thought he was trying to forget about that and move on?" She looks at the floor before she asks," well, who do you think it is then?" I had to think for a bit before responding. I could not trust anyone with my opinion or even my facts. "I do not know. It could be anyone." I walked down the hallway and to Micheals's room to see how he was doing. When I arrived in the room, he seemed like he was getting better. He was reading a book and drinking water from a glass. He notices me entering his room. It was a grey and red room filled with paintings from various artists, and just like mine, there was the television straight across from the bed. I see you are getting better." I say as I sit at the foot of his bed. He smiles," thank you Rebbeca, I feel a lot better. Did you find out who tampered with my drink? Why me in particular? I'm innocent'' No, I haven't found out who has done it yet. I say as I look away from him. I feel ashamed as a detective. I can not find who the murderer is. Everyone seems very innocent or a bit off, but they have something to back them up. And if I leave them alone, they will kill each other. Michael places his hand on top of mine." it's okay, you will find them soon. At least everyone knows you are innocent." he says to assure me. I smile.

  "It is getting late you guys; I am going to make dinner this time." Before heading down the stairs. I go into my room and grab my notebook, and head down the stairs. I began to jot down some notes." People will do anything to let others know they are innocent." I shoved my notebook in my coat and began cooking chicken alfredo. I re-washed the dishes after witnessing the incident from this morning.I watched Sarah bring laundry down to be washed. Sarah is thoughtful and sweet. she speaks her mind, and I have not yet seen her lie about anything. I began to serve everyone as they came to collect their meals. We sit down once again at the table, but this time in silence.The clanking of the forks when they hit the plate was the only thing you could hear. After dinner was finished, everyone went to their rooms. When I arrive at my room, the screen flashes with police colors. I walk closer to see what the words said, " You're running out of time detective, they will kill you!" I did not know what to do. I froze , and stared at the television and my reflection. I feel my heart pounding fast. The tv goes blank. A knock at the door makes me jump. It's Sarah.I can feel her observing me. "I didn't mean to startle you just wanted to say goodnight," she says as she closes the door to my room. It's only a matter of time before I'm the next person on their hit list. 

    I spend most of my night checking my notes and reviewing my thoughts on how everyone behaves around me and each other. Even though they all seem to fit the innocent profile, one of them fits a secretive murder mindset as well. It is hard to protect someone who you thought was like a friend to you to your face but might kill you when you least expect it. Lay in my bed full of fear of not waking up the next morning. I laid in bed that night thinking maybe the killer held resentment against Mark, and that's why he was murdered first. I began to sob silently; he was my companion against this murderous place. If he was still here he and I would have been found by the murderer. That night I cried myself to sleep for not protecting the only I could trust.

I woke up feeling miserable.My days are getting shorter as I spend more days in this horrid place. I was feeling hungry, so I walked into the kitchen. I began taking pots and pans out from the cupboards and bringing out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and setting them on the counter. Soon Zayne walked down the stairs and offered to assist me with the cooking. Zanye turned on some music and we both started dancing together while preparing breakfast. Zayne was not a good dancer but you could tell he was having fun trying. We laughed and smiled together. 

It was the only time I interacted with zayn like that. Once we finished making breakfast for everyone, I called everyone down to dine, But only Sarah came. I went to check on Micheal, and there he was.Lifeless with a bottle of pills in his hand.He looked pale. No life was left in his eyes. I ran to take the pill bottle from his hand. I cry aloud as I crouch down to hold his cold hand.

I feel abandoned and lost. Words couldn't describe how empty I felt about losing Micheal. Even though I suspected him for a little while , I still feel guilty for not protecting him from his predator. I get up and storm to my room. I know what I have to do if i keep dwelling on the fact that good things do not last long or the fact that i believed all of this was my fault was not going to help me find the culprit. I have a strong feeling about who the murderer is now. I yell and bang on the tv with anger teary eyes and desperation, "It's Zayne!" I was done waiting for my time to come. I wanted to end this once and for all. He knew everyone very well and was always around to help out the situation he was never afraid to talk about anything, It has got to be him. The tv finally flashes green. the word "Correct!" displayed on the television, It is Zayne. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact he out of all of them could be a murderer. I walk out of my room to face Zayne at the bottom of the stairs. "Congratulations, It was nice having you here to play my game, Rebbeca." he says with a devil-like smile and a bloody knife in his right hand. The doors open behind him. Sarah was waiting for me by the entrance with her hand pointing out to me to join her. I slowly walk down the stairs with my hand on the staircase stringer. The memories flood my mind as I walk out the door. It is bright, and I hear a beeping sound like from a machine. I open my eyes and look around I am in a hospital. I slowly sit up and look at my hands. " it was only a dream." I smile happily and laugh hysterically. I was so glad it was a dream, turns out I was in a coma for five months after being found knocked out near a grocery store. A nice man found me. That was the worst nightmare I have ever experienced and it taught me to pay attention to who you trust not only could they be out to kill you but they will try to get close enough in your circle to consider them a friend. Trust yourself.