Disclaimer: See last chapter

~ Chapter Eight ~

Sonny looked down at her hands as they shook, tears glazed her eyes as she walked through the long corridors of Condor Studios, trying to forget all about accusing those around her of murdering her best friend.

She closed her eyes, stopping for a second to lean against the hard wall and sink down to the floor. She just wanted to find the person who did this so she could ask them why, why did they pick Tawni? Why did they have to kill her? Why?

She really wanted to believe that somewhere out there the police were doing their best to find the demon that did that to her best friend. She wanted to be able to believe in humanity again, she wanted to be able to look everyone in the eyes and know that it wasn't them – but it was too hard.

She bit down on her lip as her body continued to tremble, rocking herself back and forth as she tried her best to calm down, "Sonny? Are you okay?" She looked up, shaking her head at the man ahead of her before scrambling up.

"I-I.." Her heart thumped in her chest as she stared at him, was this the killer? Was he right in front of her? Was he the one who looked into her best friends eyes as he took the life out of her?

She wanted to scream out for help as he stepped towards her, a small smile on her lips, a twinkle of.. greed in his eyes?

"Your mail." Sonny shook her head, looking at what he held in his hands before snatching the letters and running away from him, Josh glared at the girl before walking the other way, "She's just like Tawni." He muttered, his fists clenching around the metal cart as he pushed it.

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Chad looked around at his cast members, not really wanting to be there as he thought about Sonny. He wondered if she was okay on her first day back since Tawni's death, or if she was breaking as she usually did these days.

He bit down on his lip at the thought, since he had broken her walls a week ago she hadn't been able to stop crying and when she was she was absolutely terrified of everyone and trying her best to avoid anyone.

He heaved a deep sigh, slamming down his script onto the table in front of him before walking out of there as quickly as he could. He had to find her, make sure she was okay. He needed to know that nothing had happened to her, after all, he reminded himself – he wasn't going to become another Nico.

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She bit down on her lip as she opened the door to the dressing room she used to share with Tawni, her hands shaking as tears trailed down her pale face, looking around the room before she entered, she quickly looked around before slamming the door and running onto the sofa.

It hurt to cry, it hurt to do anything but the tears wouldn't stop coming as she took one look around the room, everything reminding her of the girl that once was, the girl who had her life taken from her so cruelly and suddenly.

She inhaled shakily as she looked at all the pink in the room, it had never been her favourite colour but at the moment it was one of the only connections she could find with her best friend, and the colour offered a strange comfort, knowing that it would be just the little things that Tawni left behind in her memory.

Tawni's last words echoed in her head, "It's okay Sonny, we can go shopping tomorrow!" Tomorrow never came, and Sonny couldn't help but blame herself – if she hadn't been ill that day then she would have been in work, and if she was in work then she would have been able to give Tawni a lift home when she needed it. If she hadn't been ill then she would have gone shopping with her, which like always, would have ended up being a sleepover and then Tawni would be alive and everything would be right again.

But she had been ill and she didn't go shopping and now Tawni was dead, and no matter how much she thought about it, nothing could bring her best friend back, nothing.

The tears never seemed to stop as she curled up into a tight ball, digging her nails into her bare arms as she tried her best to think of something or someone else, anything to get her mind of Tawni Hart.

"Sonny?" She looked up, trying to smile at the boy as he opened the door, walking over to her and quickly taking her in his arms.

"J-Josh.." She whispered, her grip on his shirt tightening as she sobbed,

"Who?" He scrunched up his nose in confusion as he tried to think of who he knew called Josh,

"Jeff." She muttered, laughing a little as she remembered how Chad would always call Josh, Jeff... he never even knew that he was wrong.

"Oh.. the mail man?" She nodded, "He scared me.. he looked at me like I was a prize or something.. it was terrifying.."

"Sonny, I know this is hard for you but it's not going to be every guy you come across."

"It was in his eyes." She closed her own eyes as she thought about the way he had looked at her, it scared her more than anything else ever had, it was like he wanted her but not in a good way.. he looked as though he just had to have her.

She bit down on her lip as Chad heaved a deep sigh, "It wasn't him, he's just a mail boy." He shook his head, determination in his voice as he closed his eyes, rubbing her back as he wondered what he could do, he wanted to help her but he had no idea how to. He was Chad Dylan Cooper, he never had to deal with stuff like this – not even on MacKenzie Falls.

"I just have a feeling."

"Well ignore that feeling, 'cause you're wrong." He muttered, shaking his head as he spoke, really wishing she would just give it up.

"But..."

"No buts Sonny, if he did it he wouldn't show his face around here again, he wouldn't be able to look any of us in the eyes. It's not him."

"I guess you're right." She whispered, wrapping her arms around him as he leaned back, her eyes squeezed tight shut as she breathed deeply, it wasn't meant to be like this, it was never supposed to end this way.

A/N: This is mostly just a filler chapter, but there was a reason here – Josh was the obvious one, and Sonny figuring it out until Chad convinced her otherwise.