Bashful's diary- Entry three

Dear Diary,

I am going to die. This seems like a strange way to begin a diary entry, but it is the truth. We will all die one day and I am no exception. My parents died, their parents died. One day, there will be nothing left of me but a faint memory of a small man and my name carved on a stone. I know I will die one day, but I don't want to. Especially not now. I want to do something with my life, go somewhere, and be something. This doesn't seem possible as I am currently lying on the hard ground under a blanket. I am not at my house. I don't want to go back there, especially if he is there. I know I will have to go back in the morning and my heart is beating at the thought of it. However, I am going to forget about that now and try to get some sleep. I hope the owner of this land doesn't find me…

End of Diary Entry

Grumpy said nothing as the rest of the dwarfs walked home, but then, neither of the other dwarfs had. The experience had been difficult for them. Nothing like this had ever happened in Jollywood before. Doc had been the only one who had seen the body. He was now trudging slowly at the back of the group, looking down. Grumpy walked next to him then, when the rest of the dwarfs were further away, he stopped him.

"What happened, Doc?" He questioned quietly, "Who was he? Did we know him?"

Doc stopped walking then, after making sure the rest of the 7d couldn't hear them he spoke.

"I don't know who he was. Not that you could recognise him after-"His voice trailed off. Grumpy looked at him with concern. In any other situation, Grumpy would have been the last person Doc would share information with. But now, Grumpy seemed more understanding then the others, so Doc continued.

"He was hit with a large rock of some sort. He didn't die straight away."

"Oh." Grumpy said. His thoughts went back to the night before. Bashful had blood on his hands. No! Grumpy shook the thoughts out of his head. Bashful was the most timid and least violent out of all the 7d. He would never hurt a fly. Even so, he had acted suspiciously last night. But maybe, Bashful saw something? Maybe he found the body first but didn't tell anyone? After Doc had given him some information, Grumpy decided to share his.

"Doc, there's something I should tell you-"Grumpy then recounted the events of last night to Doc. He explained about seeing Bashful with blood on his hands, how scared and anxious he had seemed and how he felt in the morning.

When he had finished, Doc looked shocked, but then looked down.

"There could be many reasons." He mumbled. "Even so, it still doesn't make any sense about what he was doing before." He stopped.

Grumpy looked at him. "What do you mean, before?" He asked.

Doc sighed. "Late last night, I heard some sounds outside. It sounded like someone was laughing or crying it was too faint to hear properly. When I went outside, the sound stopped." Doc paused. "Then I saw him."

Grumpy stopped. "By him, do you mean… Bashful."

Doc looked down, the nodded. "I was walking then I suddenly saw him. He was just-standing there, like a statue. It actually scared me a bit. He seemed completely confused where he was and how he got there. I guessed that he had been sleepwalking, so I just lead him back into the house."

Grumpy noticed the rest of the 7d in front of them, so he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Did he have blood on his hands?" He questioned.

Doc simply shook his head. "I didn't really notice."

The 7d cottage was now in sight of Grumpy and Doc. Grumpy glanced at Doc, who then nodded. They both agreed on the same thing and they knew what they had to do. It was time to ask Bashful some questions…

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I hope that it is worth it.