I ran out of that god-damn door. My world was upside down. I could trust no-one. I was all alone. I was always alone, there was no denying that. It was weird, after all that Flippy had put me through, I still wanted to believe that deep down he loved me.

Maybe that was due to my loneliness. Maybe I was just so desperate to be loved that I let him do whatever he wanted. It's not like I even put up a fight. I clung on to memories that were false and now the only person that I could call a friend was dead, probably because of me. If only I had not given Flippy the satisfaction of having me all to himself, if only I had not given him false promises this would not have happened. I was lost. I couldn't trust myself any more.

Stumbling around the street in shock, I began shaking. The phone that I had received the shattering news from clung to my frozen fingers. Tears stung my cheeks, bitter reminders of an hour ago. Snow lay on my flimsy overbearing crimson jumper, a sheath of pure to cleanse my guilt. I imagined what Jenny had to go through. In my head, I saw a crazed Flippy with a knife, chanting that no one could have me but him. Jenny would know that I was the reason she would die. She probably cursed my name through her screams of pain. Her blood would be my poison. Her death would be mine. Even there and then I could feel her fingers around my neck, wishing I would disappear into the nothingness with her. I started screaming, blood curling screams raced through the night. No one would hear me. No one should ever hear the damned. Once I stopped, the silence that surrounded me proved that I was truly damned. Streetlights shone upon me like angels giving me my last sights of was nothing I could do now. I fell to my knees and prayed. It was the only thing that seemed to make sense. I had lost my faith years ago, but it gave me hope. How could I redeem myself? I couldn't see a way out now…

Unless I came to the police station and told the truth. That was how Jenny's death could be avenged. That's it… My heart raced again. It was torn. If I confessed everything then they would send Flippy away for good… No… he deserved it. He was a murderer! With little time to think, I sprung up and ran towards the police headquarters, filled with thoughts of Flippy watching me.

The police station was filled with the scent of smoke as well as rejection and fear. People who were unwanted and abused. It's so easy to see the ones who are vulnerable, the ones you can prey upon. Was that how Flippy saw me? As someone who he could prey upon? Maybe he never even loved me, but rather was drunk with what he thought was love but really was lust and fantasy.

I looked around me and saw distraught faces, waiting for something unpleasant. It made my heart bleed and made me want to help them. My name suddenly echoed through the waiting hall. Startled, I sprang up and nearly tripped as I attempted to walk on the slippery tiled floor.

I walked up to the office as quietly as I could, but tiny squeaks gave way beneath my feet and I could feel eyes on me which made me feel uncomfortable. An old lady sat at the new light beech desk, her eyes fixed on papers, her cat-like glasses balancing on the bridge of her pointy nose. She gave me a slight annoyed expression, smoothed her laid-back grey hair and pointed at a door on the left of the two corridors that were at the opposite sides of her. I nodded in appreciation and knocked on the door appointed to me.

A man in his early twenties answered. He looked very familiar, but I could not make out how I knew him. As I tried to remember where I had seen him, I looked at his features. His face looked very unfamiliar, a pudgy nose, flippy brown hair and a round face to go with it. His figure was also unfamiliar; muscular and average height. The only thing about him that reminded me of something was his brown eyes. They twinkled with something I had seen in Flippy many times. I shrugged it off and took a step into his dusty office, filled with paperwork and books.

"Hello, my name is Travis Bourne. I believe you are Flaky, correct?" Startled by his voice, I quickly nodded.

"I am very sorry about your loss. The investigators have not yet come to collect any evidence as you have to identify some things. I have to ask you to do something terrible…-"

I already knew what it was. I was prepared for it.

"I'll do it." I uttered. I would do this for Jenny. A small smile crept on Travis' face, but I just assumed that he was happy I wasn't going to be any trouble for him.

We pulled up beside Jenny's apartment and my stomach churned. I suddenly regretted ever agreeing to do this, but it was too late to turn back now. It was a new uptown apartment that Jenny had bought ages ago, which she was so blatantly proud of on facebook. Who would have thought this place would be her coffin? Tears trickled down one by one unwillingly. I couldn't stand it anymore. Poor, poor Jenny. Travis, obviously concerned, put his arm around me.

"Flaky, don't worry. The body is gone. It's just her belongings. So please-" I sprang out beneath his grip and stared at him in disbelief. How could he call Jenny just a body? I shivered in the cold and Travis gently put his police uniform coat around me. I was glad to have the coat, but it didn't make me feel any warmer. The coldness came from the inside. It went all around my body head to toe. I couldn't get rid of it.

"Shall we go on in?"

Travis unlocked the paneled front door and a smell of blood hit me straight away. The sickly copper smell of blood. I gagged and started sobbing. Oh Jenny… Travis locked the door behind us and when he saw my panic, assured me it was for protection measures. I sighed and looked around me. Except for the smell and the pool of blood on the rosy pink carpet, you wouldn't know that there was a brutal murder committed in this place.

"Let's get started" I choked through my nose.

"Hmm? Started on what?" Travis uttered hazily.

I turned around and stared at him. His face was somehow different. This was no longer the peaceful kind face I had seen at the station or even the car. This was a new Travis, the one I recognized more and more.

"The-t-the investi-ig-gation," I stuttered nervously, backing away from him a little. He turned his coy eyes at me, a huge grin on his face. He didn't even look human.

"Oh, that. Yes. Well, let's see. Where should we begin…" he purred, his voice now sickly sweet, his eyes heavy. He slowly moved towards me, like a cat towards it's prey. "

You're Flippy's bitch, aren't you?" he hissed.I gaped at him in shock. Travis was now very recognizable. He was that boy. That boy that wanted to rape me when I was nine. The one Flippy had rescued me from.

"I-I-" I choked on my words. Fear overtook me. "I knew it. Man was I waiting for a chance like this! You were mine that day. Not that I even liked or like you. But then I went to army with that god damn idiot and all he talked about was you. Blah blah Flaky, blah blah marriage blah blah happily ever after. What a naive fucking idiot. I always hated him for that. But you know what really got to me?" I didn't want to know. Panic set in and I started looking for a way out of the sitting room.

"HEY! Look at me! As I was saying, what really annoyed me was that he had something to go back to. When I got back, I got this crappy job while he got to be with you. I tried to ask Jenny out but it was a straight out no. So...so...I thought I'd come to her apartment to try and talk to her." I guessed what happened next. I sensed the nervousness in Travis' voice. A new kind of guilt set in. I completely betrayed Flippy.

"Things didn't work out and I ended up stabbing her...but… It's just not fair! Why? Why can he have you by his side and I'm stuck alone? So I'm gonna take away what I can't have. He doesn't deserve this! Why can't it be me? WHY?!" Travis screamed and his eyes rested on me. They were filled with hatred and jealousy. He reached into his vest and took out what looked like a pistol in the shadow.

"You're w-wrong Travis. I betrayed Flippy. I love him so much, but I managed to betray him. I thought it was him that killed Jenny. I thought…. I t-thought he was a murderer. But he wasn't. You are. I pity you T-Travis. You're a lo-lonely, lonely man. Just tell Flippy I love him." I sputtered.

If only I had just trusted Flippy this wouldn't be happening. Travis put on a crooked smile and rolled his eyes. "Oh wow. This is precious. Don't worry, I won't tell him anything." Travis slowly pointed the pistol at me, and my sobs grew.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It seemed that that startled Travis and the room grew silent. The knocks on the door grew heavier and louder and suddenly the door flew off it's hinges, landing with a thud on to the wooden floor. Flippy stood there, with a knife in his hand. Travis' eyes widened and he started laughing.

"Oh, Flippy. This is quite dramatic isn't it. The hero shows up once more."

Flippy smiled, almost in reconciliation. "Actually, I followed you. I figured... once a murderer, always a murderer. Right?"

"You're the one to talk Mr. Fucking Insane"

"He's- he's not insane!" I stated loudly in Flippy's defence. Flippy grinned at me and Travis told me to shut up.

"This is great that you two made up ...but whoops! Would you look at that it's time for Flaky to die," Travis remarked cheerfully, while turning around and pointing the gun at me. He was going to pull the trigger. I panicked once more. This was it. At least I saw Flippy once more. That at least was good. Yes...good. I closed my eyes. A sharp pain hit me right in my stomach. It felt like something bit me. I smiled. This was it. I reached for the source of pain and could feel the material of my jumper getting wet.

I then heard a large thud, Travis begging for mercy and Flippy shouting something. I swiftly opened my eyes and saw a pitiful scene where Travis was on the floor while Flippy held him in an arm lock with his knife to Travis' throat. Everything went blurry after that. Thank God. Everything was fine now. Jenny's death was avenged and Flippy knew how sorry I was. I slowly closed my eyes and the world shattered into thousands of black butterflies...I'm sorry Flippy...

*Hey don't worry Flaky isn't going to die yet! :D By the way sorry for not updating sooner I'm just getting a little bored with the story. The next chapter should be uploaded sooner than this one. Bye munchkins~

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