Next chappie is up, sorry it's so short.

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I follow Kelly Prescott down the stairs until we reach the first-floor landing. This is the point where she turns around to face me.

"Suze," she says, her face all at once serious, "if anything at ALL goes wrong, I will never EVER let you live it down. Do you understand?"

I nod my head.

"This is the most IMPORTANT night of our lives, nothing can possibly go wrong," she goes on, talking mostly to herself. "Has everything been set up?" Kelly asks, turning around to face me.

"Yes, I talked to Father Dom just a few seconds ago, everything is ready to go," I reply, giving her a frightened sort of smile.

"All right," she says, sighing. "Well, don't just stand there, let's go!" she demands.

She opens the door and we exit through it.

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"Uh huh, yes," I say, speaking into the phone. "That's great, thank you…uh huh, bye," I say, hanging up the phone.

That was the lab, with the 'results.' The hairs I gave into the lab, they belong to Josh. My suspicions were proven correct, or at least Gabrielle's testimony was spot-on.

Gosh, I wonder why the police never found anything. It wasn't like it was tucked away in some hidden corner, or something. It was out in plain view. Did anybody even know that that was where Gabrielle was murdered?

Maybe that's it, probably nobody knew Gabrielle was murdered there. Perhaps they found her body abandoned in some alley or something and never connected it to the broken-down building Gabrielle sent me to.

But what am I going to do now? If nobody knows, or even suspects, that the broken-down building was the place Gabrielle was murdered in, finding any evidence in there to convict Josh would be useless, because, first of all, since the place wasn't closed down for inspection right after the murder, anybody could have come there since her death and left their imprints in the building. Therefore, any evidence found in there now would be void and obviously useless in making any convictions. Secondly, since nobody knows that a murder took place in there, the hairs would do what, tell them that somebody once walked in the building?

How come I never thought of this before?

I am now way back to where I started.

Should I go to the police? Tell them that I witnessed the event?

I as good as did, witness the event, I mean, Gabrielle can pretty much tell me everything that happened.

Maybe I should just stick it out with Josh for a while longer, perhaps our weekly meetings will lead somewhere.

I just hope that nobody else gets murdered while I do my digging.

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Just before my criminology class, Dana enters our dorm.

"So, how was your date?" I ask her slyly. Wednesday night was big date night for Dana (school night, I know, she's a daredevil (and I couldn't be prouder)) with her Mr. Hunk man Matt. She begins to blush as soon as the question comes out of my mouth.

"It was so wonderful, Suze," she begins to say, her eyes twinkling. "He was such a perfect gentleman…opening the car door for me…. ordering the best food…"

I bet.

She really snatched up some worthy piece of man, didn't she? Lucky lucky Dana.

Unexpectedly, I start to feel a numb sensation flowing through my head. I put my hand up to my forehead as I begin to feel a pain perching its gnarly feet up there.

I look up at Dana. Suddenly, and very sickeningly, her face begins twisting in a kaleidoscope whirl. When Dana's face stops whirling, the left side of her face begins to peel off, revealing large third-degree burns and flaky patches of dark skin.

It looks like something dead.

My eyes pop open in horror. I tilt my head to confirm what I'm seeing. My eyes continue to establish the same ordeal: the left side of Dana's face is completely burned off and laced with black patches of skin.

Fixed in front of this scene, my body loses all sensation, becoming paralyzed until all I can do is just sit there and stare at her face.

Dana looks at me as though I've just grown a beard and have undergone a full man morph.

"What, what's wrong?" she asks, concern written all over her face.

I close my eyes.

Please make it go away, please make it go away.

I open my eyes again and the burns on Dana's face are gone. I let out a sigh of relief.

Dana comes up close to me. "Hey, are you ok?" She asks me, still very much concerned about me.

"Yes, I'm fine," I reply, still shaky. I turn my face away from her, "...a little headache…just need to get some fresh air," I mutter to myself, getting up off the bed. I walk across the floor to the door.

I hear Dana's voice as I shut the door behind me.

Oh god. I rub my eyes as the elevator doors close.

The pressure of everything must be getting to me: the contest, school, Josh and his crazy killing-spree-to-be.

I haven't gotten an inch of sleep.

I look at myself in the elevator mirror. No wonder Jesse's been so worried about me. My eyes look bloodshot. I look terrible.

I am now hallucinating. Can things get any worse?

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I will now lead a full-fledged discussion about my dream. If you're wondering, it is Friday night and I am fully recovered from my hallucinatory experience.

Ok, back to the dream. I mean, I got to say, for somebody who never really gets any sleep, my dreams manage to somehow find themselves a spot during the times when I do get a chance to dose off, ruthlessly pushing aside any hint of peaceful slumber.

Anyway, what is it with these Kelly dreams? It's not like I really saw her that much back when I was in High School, why should she show up now in my dreams?

Yes, I know I said it was going to be a long rant, but since she already visits me in my sleep, I don't really want any more of her visitations in my speech, so I shall stop talking about her, and hopefully stop dreaming about her, because that's really creepy.

Now I shall go to bed, praying for no more Kelly in the sleep.

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A/N: I apologize for the shortness, but I'm in University now and my time is very limited. I hope you enjoy and sorry I didn't get it out before school started like I promised.