Undercover

Let's end this pt 3

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.