The drips from the leaves show the past. Cold rain pelted the ground where Cordelia lay. I cried until someone spotted me and called for help. They said I killed her, so I ran. I was scared. I watch the drips shine from the sun. My head feels like somone is hitting it with a hammer. My eyes hurt and neck aches. I never lost anyone before. Is this how it always feels? It's awful.
I look down from my hilltop onto the city. The lights slowly disappear as the sun takes over. I don't think I can return there. I'm a criminal in their minds. Well, I already am one but now I am a murderer. I play with the rose on my necklace. Where do I go from here father? Do I hope to find a new home? No. I must find the person who killed you.
Who would kill such a sweet person? Was it a robber or an actual murderer? What did they want? Why did they do it? I must find these answers in order to find peace within myself. Brick used to say that when something is bothering you, you should get rid of whatever that something is. So I guess I should get rid of whoever did this.
I'll wait a few days before going back for clues. The cops probably are there right now. I'm not that stupid to fly into a trap. I'm smarter than a fly, I promise. I should figure out what to do in the meantime. I wonder if they are at the house? I quietly float to our house, or what was once our house. Peeking through a window, I see cops and men in suits looking around. Dang, I wanted to look around for clues or keep something of hers.
Next I will check the store she went to last. I zoom over and lean against the roof looking down. The lady I talked to that night was discussing something with a policeman. They're here too. I guess when they investigate, they give it their all. They probably have her body as well. I turn around and lean backwards staring at them. What would Brick do in this situation? What about Butch? Butch might just follow Brick. Brick would...steal the body. I sit up like a firecracker went off in my head. THAT'S IT!