Damn you people! Damn you all! Except those who reviewed. Ok, tell me if this is right, I have just about 2,500 hits on this story, and 112 hits on the last chapter. And only 15 reviews for the whole thing and 10 for the last chapter. God people! Why are you so cruel? Stupid hit counter. Tell me if that is right people? God it makes me pissed. But any who, I'll write for the other people that reviewed, the true fans…or what ever….

Oh yea, I don't own the song I am about to use…yes another song! But I think that it fits pretty well with it. Or how some people feel when this stuff happens to people that they know.

Carl was walking around outside, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Especially in the park where Ginger was found. He sat near the lake like he did two weeks ago, wondering where Ginger was. But now he knew. He didn't want to believe it, but it was better to know then always be wondering. There was no new leads in Ginger's murder. It was like the person disappeared without a trace.

Carl was sitting with his knees to his chest thinking about what all had happened. He was sure who did it. But there was no real proof. Besides, the police was sure it was someone else. But Carl knew, he could just feel it. He was lost in the serenity of the park, when he was interrupted by a familiar laugh. He snapped around to see whom it was.

It was Mitch.

The strange sensation he had felt the day of the funeral returned. Mitch wasn't alone. He was with a girl. She was a very pretty burnet girl, and she seemed to be very close with Mitch. Too close for Carl. Carl got up and walked over to Mitch.

"Oh, hey Carl," Mitch said casually. Carl said nothing, just started at Mitch.

"Who is that?" the girl whispered in Mitch's ear.

"Uh Carl, this is Samantha," Mitch said uncomfortably. "She's…my cousin." Samantha gave Mitch a 'what are you talking about' look. Carl watched as they had a conversation with their eyes.

"Pleased to meet you," Samantha said brightly. "Just wondering, how do you know Mitch?" Mitch turned pale.

"I had a friend that knew him," Carl said. The three stood awkwardly in silence.

"Well, I'll see you later then," Mitch said to Carl. And he and Samantha walked away. Carl watched them.

I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do
Further down, he saw Samantha and Mitch get into a fight. Samantha looked pretty angry, demanding Mitch to explain this to her. Mitch tried to calm her. But Samantha had enough, and stormed away. Mitch looked back at Carl. Carl smirked and waved to him. Hesitantly, Mitch waved back. Then he left too.

Carl found this whole Samantha thing a little odd. Was it to soon for Mitch to start dating gain? Why didn't he tell her about Ginger? Something about this made Carl furious and even surer that Mitch was the one who did this to his sister. He murdered her because he messed up and that was the only way he could think of to get out of it.

So Carl decided to fallow Mitch to see if he could find any clues that would tie him to Ginger's death.

As Mitch neared his house, he got this feeling that he was being fallowed. He swerved around to see who was stalking him. No one was there. He shrugged and began walking up the stairs of his parent's house.

Carl peered around the tree he was hiding behind. He saw Mitch take a key from under a potted plant, unlocked the door and put it back. Then he disappeared into the house. Carl snuck low to the ground, and went to a window of the house. Cautiously, he looked inside. The window was facing the kitchen. Mitch was on the phone, walking back and forth. Carl jumped back when Mitch came near. But he was not seen.

Ten minutes later Mitch came out of the house, to his car. Carl stayed hidden behind the tree again and watched Mitch drive away. When the car was no longer in sight, he dashed to the where he saw Mitch hide the extra key.

"There better not be anyone else home," Carl thought to himself as he turned the key. Before entering, he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He saw no one. "The key!" Carl forgot mentally slapping himself. He put the key back just incase Mitch came back sooner then he expected. Slowly he creaked open the door and went inside. He locked the door from the inside.

The house was silent, not signs of life. He set out to find Mitch's room first. It seemed to be the best place to look. Luckily for Carl, the house was only one story tell so it would be easier to look around.

He found Mitch's room the second door t other left in the hallway. He had left the door open. Carl looked began to sift through his things. He spotted a desk covered with papers. He opened one the top container only to find lots of pens and papers. He tried the second one. Empty. Carl growled in frustration and began to look somewhere else.

"Look again," a light voice said in Carl's head.

"What?" Carl asked out loud.

"The desk. Look again."

Carl immediately went back to the desk. He sifted through the mess of papers. His hand came across something cold. It felt like some sort of thin chain. He yanked it out. It was a necklace. But not just any necklace. Carl would recognize that necklace anywhere. It was Ginger's, she wore it almost everyday. It used to be their grandma's, from their fathers side, and she had passed it down to Ginger. It was a sliver heart with an angel engraved into it. The angel was kneeling down, crying. The necklace was specially made after their uncle died when he was only two weeks old.

Carl grasped onto the chain angrily. "It had to be Mitch, it just had to be. Who else would have this?" Carl thought.

The sound of a key turning came from the living room. "God damn it! He's back already!"

He hid the necklace back under the paper, shut the drawer, and began to climb out the window. He was just about out, when he heard Mitch coming down the hall. Carl panicked and fell. "God," Carl moaned quietly as he pulled himself up from the ground. Mitch was just about to enter the room. Carl jumped over the fence and ran in the direction of his home.

Mitch looked out the window and saw someone running. "Was that Carl?" he asked himself. He shook his head.

Carl didn't stop running until he was behind the door to his house. He leaned against it panting. "It couldn't be," he thought to himself. "Maybe it was someone else's. I'll have to check Ginger's room to make sure."

His heart sunk. No one had set foot in Ginger's room since the police finished looking around for evidence in it. Everyone else was too afraid to go in there because of the pain that it would bring. "But I have to go. It might be the only way to prove that Mitch did it."

Carl took his time going up the stairs. Mrs. Foutley had gone back to work, but she still hasn't snapped out of her zombie state. This worried her son, because nobody knew what she would do. Friends kept eyes on her to make sure that she wouldn't hurt anyone or hurt herself.

Carl stood in front of the door, his had on the brass knob. Slowly he turned it knob, waiting for someone to jump at him and yell at him for going into his sister's room with out permission. He had snuck into Ginger's room many times to snoop around for something to black mail her with. "Come on you can do it," Carl thought, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. "It's just like all the other times. No one is going to try to stop you."

Holding his breath, he turned the knob and harshly flung open the door. He exhaled in relief to find it empty. Carl half expected Ginger's ghost to be in there, waiting for him. Like in the movie The Sixth Sense when the boy went into that girl's room and she was waiting for him under the bed.

"It was just a movie," he told himself. "Ginger isn't here. There are no such things as ghosts." But he checked under the bed anyways to see if anything was underneath. Nothing but dust, some clothes, and a pony doll. Carl grabbed the pony and brought it out. He smiled when he remembered Ginger's pony collection. He dropped it onto the bed and went to look for the necklace.

Carl went straight to her jewelry box, where he knew was the only other place she would keep it besides around her neck. He opened it. The necklace was not in its usually spot. Just to make sure, he checked the rest of the box. The necklace was not found. That was enough for him. Carl took one last look around the room. But then he saw something that he had never noticed before. It was a large blue book on her bookshelf. Carl went over to check it out. When he opened it, he found out it was false, and Ginger's journal was inside it. "So that is where she hid it," Carl said out loud. "Pretty tricky sis." He sat on her bed and began to read it.

After reading the last page, Carl slammed it shut. "That bastard," Carl whispered. Now he had absolute proof that Mitch should seriously be considered the person who did this. But before taking this to the police, Carl wanted to make Mitch pay for what he did.

And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do
After hours of waiting, Carl saw Mitch leave his house. He fallowed him again. He fallowed him back to the park. Carl stood behind a tree and watched Mitch. He was standing on the side of the lake, holding a flower in his hand. He was talking to himself. Mitch smiled as he pulled off each petal and let it float into the water. His smile made Carl feel sick to his stomach. That was all he could take, he had to get him now.
And I want to make him
Regret life since the day he met you
Yes I do
Carl tackled Mitch to the ground. "What the hell!" Mitch exclaimed as he pushed Carl off of him. "Carl, what are you doing?"

Carl stood with clenched fists. "You bastard!" Carl went to attack Mitch again. But Mitch caught Carl's first before it hit him.

"What are you doing!"

"I know you what you did! I know that you did it!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You killed Ginger! You killed my sister!"

Mitch stood stunned. Carl took this to his advantage. He hit him squarely in the nose. Mitch put his hand up to his nose, blood seeped onto his fingers. He began to laugh. Carl watched him, confused. "You are one crazy kid," Mitch said whipping his nose. He hit Carl in the jaw.

This didn't discourage him. "You know you did it! I'm gonna make you regret everything you ever did to her!" Carl tried to get Mitch again, but Mitch once again caught his fist and with his other hand punched Carl in the stomach.

"I didn't do anything to her."

"Yes you did," Car said through breaths. "I know you hit her. I read her journal."

Mitch punched him in the right eye. "I didn't! I loved her!"

"You murdered her!"

"I loved her," Mitch said as he struck his dead girlfriend's younger brother. Tears began to fall from his eyes.

"You murdered her!" Carl brought back his fist, and slammed it into the side of Mitch's face, sending him flying to the ground.

And I want to make him
Take back all that he took from you
Yes I do
"I didn't do it," Mitch repeated.

"I didn't do it," he said louder, pulling on the grass. Mitch shot up and began to furiously attack Carl. "I didn't do it! I loved her!"

"But you killed her!" Carl blocked one of his oncoming assaults with his arms.

"I never hurt Ginger!"

"Bull shit!"

And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do
Meanwhile at the Foutley house, Mrs. Foutley had just returned home when the telephone rang. "Hello?" she asked into the phone.

"Mrs. Foutley?" the police chief said.

"Yes, this is she."

"We found the man that murdered your daughter," he said. Mrs. Foutley almost dropped the phone.

"What?" The police chief began to repeat what he said. "Yes I heard you," she cut in. "It's just. I just don't know what to think."

"Well, we are sure it is him," he went on. "He came in an hour ago and admitted to it, but once we started questioning him, he said he didn't do it. We are quit sure."

"Who is he?"

"Do you know a Mr. Davidson?"

"Yes," Mrs. Foutley said. "He lives across the street from us."

"Uh huh. And what is your relationship with him?"

"We dated once," Mrs. Foutley said fast. "But only once. Do you really think that it is him?"

"We'll find out Mrs. Foutley."

At the Police station
"I'm telling you I didn't do it!" Mr. Davidson cried.

"Then why did you tell us you did?"

"I don't know!" Mr. Davidson buried his head into his hands. "I don't know why I did it."

"Just tell us what happened that night," a blond policeman said.

"I already told you! I was at home with my wife!"

"No you weren't. We checked in with her and she said you were out somewhere. But she didn't know where." The blond haired man leaned next to the fat, middle aged Mr. Davidson. "Now do you want to tell me where you were?"

Mr. Davidson was now in tears. "Ok, I'll tell you." He stopped talking. The policeman waited for him to continue. Mr. Davidson took in a dead breath. "I-I was out with another woman." Mr. Davidson looked up. "But don't tell my wife. She can't know!"

"Who were you with?" Mr. Davidson said nothing. "You have to tell us so we can check with her." Mr. Davidson's heard fell again.

"I-I."

Ending time! Well that was fun wasn't it? Oh yeah, that song was Just For by Nickleback. Now to reply to some people-

Skyler- thanks for the review. I hope your cousin is all right. Did she get back with him? It seems a lot of girls do. I don't know why but they just do. Thanks for reviewing!

Moving Shadow- I'm not going to reply to you since we are talking on MSN right now, so HA!

Me- sighs, Lydia was or is my sister…. She was kidnapped back when I was ten and she was twelve, when she was walking home from her friend's house… but sadly she never came home…. They found her body. She was beaten to death and raped…. They found the guy who did thank god, but still… she was my best friend…. I'm not mad at you for asking I guess…. It kinda helps to tell someone…. That's where I got the song from, because I remember waiting for her to come home and that song I just used once I found out my neighbor did it…. Damn why am I talking about this. Clear some things up for you? But any who that who Lydia is and thanks for reviewing.

I only replied to the anonymous people this time since I review reply them. So the last chapter I shall thank everyone. You know the drill, review!

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