(⚠️Tw: suicide, murder, cussing, bullying, and related topics mentioned!! ⚠️)

(Reminder: this is purely fictional and any events relating to real life is purely a coincidence)

**Pov of the police detective of the scene**

They said it was suicide. But I’m the detective. When I first arrived, they said it was pointless and it was no doubt a suicide. I just sighed at those words and continued on. Has anyone ever heard the saying ‘not everything is as it looks’?! As I approached the young girls body, I could clearly see the bullet hold theough her head. I closely looked at where her arms were and where the gun was laying. It was impossible to be a suicide.

“This is not a suicide. This was a murder. Any suspects or ideas?” I asked the group. They all look stumped until one of them looked up at me. “Well, there was this one girl who said it was a murder. Miss. Tawthorn’s classmate.” My eyes widened. _Did someone know something? She obviously tried to tell someone. No one here listens though, do they? _

“Well? Where is she?” I asked impatiently. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably her house. We could ask Miss. Tawthorns parents.” I nod. “We’ll have to.”

* * *

“We’ll start of with some simple questions, okay?”

I told the girl in the chair across from me. She was fidgeting with her thumbs a bit, showing she was nervous. She nodded slowly at my statement.

“First things first, what’s your name, Miss?”

“M-my name is Vexia.”

“Whats your relationship to Cedar Tawthorn?”

“She-she was my best f-friend.”

“You told some of the other officers it was a murder-“

“I’m not making things up! I heard something! It isn’t a figment of my imagination! This is bigger than a suicide, dammit!!”

“Calm down, please. And sit as well. I know, okay? There’s no way it’s a suicide. The evidence points against it.”

“O-okay. What do you need to k-know?”

“What was the exchange between Miss Tawthorn-“

“Cedar,”

“Yes, Cedar, and her bullies that day?”

“He-he said that she wouldn’t live to see another day if she did something he w-wanted.”

“Hear anymore?”

“No, they dragged me away from them.”

“They?”

“The other bullies. There were more then one. They caught me eavesdropping.”

“Uh-huh. Any other information that could be called valuable?”

“I don’t think so. I did the journaling everyone told me too though.”

“That’s good. Is it helping at all?”

“No.”

“Oh?”

“My friend was _murdered_ and I cant do anything.”

“That’s fair. Thank you for your time. It was helpful.”

* * *

There was nothing I, nor the other cops, found that could peove this. No finger prints. No cameras at all, and all of them have alibis somehow. Even if it’s family and could be easily faked, its valid. I’ve already contacted Vexia about the news. I’m not sure, but I’m going to guess she’s not happy. Because of this, the case has to be closed until further notice.