(Again, it's Midnight Raven. It's not my fault Sunny doesn't have Internet access!)
Well here's the next chapter to this story of mine. ~rolls eyes~ Duh. Of course it is dude. Okai, so back in chapter three, Izumi had the weapon in her bedroom. Well that's how it ends. Anyway, read more of this weird story.
Chapter 4Izumi couldn't believe what she was seeing. The murder's weapon was lying there, on her bedroom floor.
Takuya shouted, "How could you!? How could you kill Junpei?"
She burst into tears. He continued, "Crying wont' get you out of this. Tell me, how-."
Kouji interrupted him. "We don't know if she really killed him!"
"Well where was she in the afternoon? Why does she have the evidence?" Glared
Takuya.
"Takuya, take it easy! Izumi wouldn't do anything like this!"
"Why don't' you shut the hell up?" He shoved Kouji. Kouji got pissed off and slammed his fist onto Takuya's jaws. Blood drizzled down his lips. He yelped in agony.
"We can't just suspect anyone. So there's a weapon. Maybe someone snuck in here and placed it here."
Kouji looked at Izumi and uncovered her fingers from her cheeks.
"You'll be fine, Izumi. Trust me."
She sniffled. "Thanks a lot Kouji."
She walked out of her room and quietly slipped into the piano room and closed the door. She sat down on a chair and snatched a piece of paper and pen.
She began to write:
Dear Diary,
Everyday this house gets stranger and stranger. I fear something disastrous will result in one of us. Having Junpei gone is uncomfortable. I'm stuck living in this freaking house, Junpei is murdered, and Takuya assumes I'm the damn murderer. That is bullshit. I want to leave—NOW!
Izumi was tired so she fell asleep. A couple of minutes later, she woke up because of that strange sensation running through her insides again. She turned around and noticed the door was opened.
Who was in here? She wondered. What did they want? She remembered she wrote the short diary entry. She stared at it and it shocked her. Below the paragraph Izumi wrote, someone scribbled on something:
You loved this beautiful freshly painted house. Whatever happens, harm will not come to you, my love. I will protect you by all means. Who cares if he dies, your heart will still consist of me in it. I love you my darling. And as for friend Takuya, I'll take care of him. You moved into this house, you remained in this house.
Izumi was panic-stricken. Maybe it was just one of the guys pulling a prank on her. She stared at he door and saw a figure run past the door.
"Get away from me! Get away!" she shrilled. She went ballistic. She took the diary and shredded it into pieces. She held a plentiful and threw it into the air. The trash flew all over the place.
The wind blew in her hair. She could hear it whisper in her ear, "You belong to me. You only love me…."
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried. She tossed the table over and screamed, "Get…away…from…me!"
Again the wind whispered, "You are mine!" She wondered if she was delusional. She dashed out of the piano room.
The dark shadow appeared and watched as Izumi ran down the halls. It whispered, "It is working according to plan. I will have her or no one, no one will!"
She ran into a room and locked the door. The blonde girl was breathing heavily. She stared around the room and realized she had entered the library. Dusty books with cobwebs were piled all over the place.
"The person must've liked reading." She remarked. She walked off to a bookshelf and began reading the titles of the books. As she walked among the millions of books, one caught her eye.
Izumi took out the book. It had colors of lavender, magenta and silver. The cover felt like velvet. She opened the cover.
Dear Diary, it began.
"Someone's diary," said Izumi. She looked at the back cover and it had the signature:
Zorana Kamachi
She flipped towards the middle of the page. It said:
Dear Diary,
Worden has passed way by of a mysterious murder. I do not know how such horrible event took place but I will so dearly miss him. Maybe it was for revenge but I terribly don't' want to think about it no more. Bu the good and exciting news is that Keary proposed to me! Maybe there is a happy ending after all. I'm so gratefully delighted.
Zorana Kamachi
Izumi stared at the journal. A chill ran down her spine as if someone was there with her. She decided to light the fireplace to give her some warmth. She also opened the window for some fresh air. She sat down in front of the fireplace and started reading the diary again.
Dear Diary,
The others were murdered but luckily my love is still alive, but held hostage. I should've known the killer! That brutal man! He killed them. He killed them and now, I am forced to marry him. He will kill Keary, too. I must save myself from that horrible beast, --
Izumi stopped reading when the gust of wind blew the books off the table. The wind grew superior and a flame smacked into the diary.
"No!" she wailed. She was up to the part about the name of the murder, but unfortunately the pages caught on fire. Izumi threw the book on the floor and stepped on it until the fire died out.
The part to the journal was burnt. Izumi wondered how that incident happened. It seemed as if someone was preventing he from knowing what happened, from knowing the truth.
Even though some parts were burnt, others weren't. She kept the rest of it and walked out of the room.
The figure stared at her leaving the room. "I was almost close. She had almost found the secret of the murder. I must be careful next time. My love is onto me."
Wow, dude. Creepy isn't it? Will I hope it's still suspenseful to you people? I'm working on it! Thank you readers who are still reading this weird novel. Next chapters waiting to be published just for you people!
