Undercover

Let's end this pt2

"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.