Personally, I think this is my best story yet, but I'll let you be the judge of that! This is Cody's point of view, since he's my favorite character! But sorry, this isn't a NoCo story! But that doesn't mean you shouldn't read it!

"I knew I'd find you here."

I didn't have to turn around to know that it was Noah approaching.

"It's freezing out here. You should come home." I didn't move, or even respond. "I hate to say this, but crying's not going to bring her back."

Now, I turned around to face him. I could barely make out his facial features through the fog. "You don't know what it's like to have the love of your life taken from you. You have no idea what I'm going through." I turned back around and traced the letters G-W-E-N on the tombstone in front of me. I re-read, for the billionth time, "Gwendolyn Victoria Harper. A loving family member. June 25, 1996- December 8, 2012."

"No, but I do know how creepy it is to have your best friend spend all day for a week at a cemetary."

"I've got nothing better to do."

"I could think of a billion things."

"But... I just feel so... empty inside."

"No, you don't. Let's go." He grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the exit. I knew better than to resist. I just let him drag me out of there. He opened the passenger door to his car and practically threw me in. I buckled my seatbelt, then just sat with my head in my hands. The dark was kind of... comforting. I heard Noah get in on the driver's side and start the car. His palms slapped the steering wheel, and he sighed, as if trying to think of the right words to say.

"The cops called today," he said after a pause. "They confirmed that it was definitely murder, not suicide, but they don't have any suspects yet." I looked up at him, and he was staring back, searching me, to see how I felt about this news.

"She's goth, not suicidal."

"You mean, she was goth."

"Just because she's dead, doesn't mean she's not still what she is!" I crossed my arms and looked out the window, refusing to look at him again. "Now drive the car." He took a deep breath and backed out of the parking lot. We were halfway home when he said, "You know what's weird?" I didn't respond, so he continued. "Sierra was the only person that didn't show up to her funeral. And she was invited, so it's not like she didn't know about it."

"So? Maybe she had to be somewhere," I defended.

"Yeah, but it's not like her to miss anything about Total Drama. Especially something as major as a funeral."

"So?"

"So, you're saying you don't think that's weird?"

"What are you suggesting? That Sierra is the murderer?"

"Well, no, but basically, yes."

"Even if she was, she wouldn't be stupid enough to skip out on the funeral. Then people would obviously suspect her. I'll admit she's crazy, but I'm positive that she's not a killer."

"Okay, okay! You don't have to get all defensive, it was just a thought!" He turned into the lot of our apartment building. Our families lived across from each other, so we were always together, laughing and having a good time. But today, we were silent as we walked through the lobby and into the elevator. The cheesy elevator music was the only sound all the way up to the nineteenth floor. Then, we walked down the hallway, took a right, a left, another right, then we were there, at apartments 19-J and 19-K. I was busy fishing my key out of my huge pockets when he said, "So... let's hang out tomorrrow! We haven't in forever."

I found my key, unlocked and opened the door, and right before I slammed it shut, I heard him say, "Okay, bye." I knew in the back of my mind that I should've felt bad, but my heart was too numb, frozen. Just like it had been since she... passed.

All of a sudden, I felt a wave of different emotions. Dizzy, like I was about to pass out, nauseous, like I was about to puke, angry at Noah, for dragging me away from her, angry at the world, for taking her away from me, love, for my only love who was now dead and buried in the ground, conflicted, because I was feeling all these different things at once, confusion, because I'm pretty sure my head was about to explode, but most of all, sadness. Not knowing what else to do, I ran into my room and cried my eyes out.

I cried until I had no more tears left, and yet, I still cried. It was the first time since the funeral that I actually let out my emotions. I had a very depressing week's worth of tears stored in me that I had finally let out.

I don't know how long I sat there, on the floor, leaning up against my bed, back to the door, and looking out the window. That was my favorite spot to go to when I was a kid. I was still weeping when I heard my mom come home from work. Yet, I still stayed glued to the floor, gazing out at the foggy Austin, Texas skyline through blurry tears. Eventually, the sun set, engulfing me in darkness. I just decided to climb into bed and sleep, since I was too tired and sad to do anything else. On top of that, I had a massive headache from crying for hours.

That night, I had nightmares.

First, I was at a baseball game, and the man sitting in front of me pulled out a gun and shot me. A bus appeared out of nowhere, and I climbed aboard. It drove me to the underworld. It was so hot, it was hard to breathe. I crossed the river styx, and there she was. Gwen. Well, Gwen's head. Her body was a skeleton. But that didn't matter. I was finally with her again. Her bony fingers gently found their way in-between mine, and she smiled at me. I felt happy for the first time in over a week! There was so much I wanted to ask her, but just seeing her again made it hard for me to process my thoughts.

"Join me," she whispered in a sinister voice, that was definitely not hers. Then, her eyes turned jet black, and she lunged at me, her pointy teeth bared.

I woke up, sweaty, breathing hard, and shaking, as if I'd just a marathon. It was still dark outside, and I was still tired, so I calmed down a bit, then fell back asleep, thinking my dreams couldn't possibly get worse than that last one.

Next, I woke up in a dark room. I heard deranged laughing to my right. Suddenly, a bright light clicked on, and I saw that the source of the cackling was Sierra. She held up her left hand, and my right hand moved with it. We were handcuffed together.

I started to scream. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I yelled, while trying to pull my hand out of the handcuff.

"Trying to escape at this point is pointless," she stated calmly, but with a crazy, murderous look in her eye.

I started to scream louder, hoping someone would hear it and rescue me. "HELP ME! I'M ABOUT TO BE MURDERED!"

She merely chuckled. "Oh, no. You've got it all wrong. You're not getting killed tonight. She is." She pointed to the corner, and that's when I noticed Gwen, tied to a chair, her hands and feet tied and mouth taped shut. She looked unconscious.

"No... No, you wouldn't! You DIDN'T! GWEN, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

"She isn't dead yet, silly! You've got a front row seat to watch me kill her!"

I started screaming and crying, kicking and pulling on the cuff. Gwen woke up and started breathing heavily. The tape on her mouth moved in and out. Sierra picked up a pistol laying next to her and slowly started walking over to Gwen, pulling me along with her.

"What do you think, Cody? A slow death," she aimed the gun at Gwen's stomach, "or a fast one?" She aimed it at her head. Gwen looked between me and Sierra, pleading and helpless. Every time her eyes landed on me, I felt a sharp stab of sadness hit my chest. I vaguely remembered that this was a dream, but it seemed so real, and that idea was quickly slipping away.

"Please," I begged, while tears rushed down my cheeks, "please, don't."

"What? Did you say slow? Okay, if you say so, Codykinz." She didn't hesitate to fire the gun, right in the center of Gwen's stomach.

"NO!" I screamed. I yanked out of the handcuff and ran over to her. "NO! GWEN! DON'T LEAVE ME!" But it was too late. She gave me one last scared look, then died in my arms.

"YOU! YOU MONSTER!" I turned around to face Sierra, who was standing there, smiling.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but you are the only witness." She slowly raised the gun and aimed it right at my head. As she pulled the trigger, I woke up in my own room. I ran to the bathroom and puked.

Please review! Who do you think is the murderer?