I see him, Everywhere

Hands shaking I stared down at the photo, one showing a tall dark haired man, his arms wrapped around a women’s waist both smiling and laughing under the autumn trees.

“do you know either of these people?” The sound of the officers voice pulled me from my thoughts, nodding my head slightly i slid the photo back across the table “he was a close friend…” my voice trailed off attempting to work out how to get out of this one I just had to answer his questions in the least detail possible. Its easier to remember that way.“the girl in the photos his sister” The officer nodded before taking a note of my name and the few details I’d given him before asking the question I’d been dreading “if you were such a close friend id take it you met his fiance?” This was a big risk. If I said yes he would ask for details and i cant say anything that i have to elaborate on because well its all lies but i cant be to vague either otherwise they wont believe me and yet if i said no it would go against any idea of us being close friends wouldn’t it? “Yes although we didn’t really speak much” My voice was shaking a little to much which obviously didn’t go unnoticed by the officer which, yet again, eyed me suspiciously, before glancing back at his notes.

I really hopped this worked.

He glanced at his papers before looking towards me and taking another note.

“do you think you could identify her if you saw her again?” He looked at me as if he could hear my heart slamming in my chest “i don’t- i don’t think so no” What was with this guy? it was as if he had a arm of steel and a metal bag, all he seemed to do was go in and out of it. That’s when he slid across a photo of a girl, her blond hair curled round her waist dark brown eyes and a denim dress quite the contrast to the guys pale complexion and dark fluffed hair. “this is who were looking for if you see her call us but I’m sure we would recognize her regardless” the officer slid away the documents and photos “thank you for your time fill free to call if you have anymore questions but we will be back” Pulling out a business card and placing it in my hand he started making his way to the door. I stood after him and escorted him outside waiting for him to slam his car door and drive off before finally shutting my own and making sure the locks clicked firmly in place before collapsing down on the living room sofa.

These people are so foolish i doubt they’d recognize me, hair now a darkened wolf cut jeans and hoodies baggy everything that girl hated especially the lack of parties i attended being so far out here there was no fun like there was in the city just empty barren fields, after all ‘why work so hard if your not going to show it’ and yet somehow the ability to change up works all the time. I couldn’t help but laugh at there stupidity i was right under there noses, and it would of been quite literally if he’d gotten any closer. I sill didn’t understand my fear of them finding me. I was innocent- i know that sounds like some sort of joke but i am! They arrested me on suspicion and i fled i was just scared i didn’t want to loose my life too. I don’t think i could ever do anything like that to hurt him.

right?

Grabbing my laptop i sorted through photos disposing of anything that could be remotely suspicious and that’s when i saw it. Lennox -The tall black haired boy- lent against our car, a stunning 1952 modal Cadillac it had been our first and last trip in it together. And yet the bit that worried me was my reflection in the car window. I never took that photo. He went out alone when he was killed. Right? They suspected me and for some reason i fled- id vanished and changed my identity and yet i wasn’t the one who killed him. I’m sure of it. I couldn’t have been. But there i was, i knew we had gone out together a few days after getting the car and yet the date stamp red the exact date he’d vanished. That’s when it dawned on me, they never said he’d been murdered. I’d been with him. I’d killed him and i didn’t remember.

Why didn’t i remember?

And so i grabbed the phone, no idea what I’d say but i dialed the first number that came to mind. “Is this Lennox’s mother Mrs riddle?” I couldn’t hide the tremble in my voice as i asked but it had to be done. “Yes who’s this?” I placed the phone on the table ready to hang up, breathing ragged and heart pounding the best i could do was just about manage a whisper “this is Ava” i took a breath and tried to steady myself as i continued “his girlfriend, please don’t hang up or get anyone else i just need to talk to you you need to trust me i know that’s hard but please just hear me out”

“alright then”

With a sigh of relief i continued “i don’t remember what happened that day all i know is i was scared that’s why i ran I’m sorry it made me seem guilty-” I didn’t even get to finish before she’d cut me off. “if your so innocent why are you deciding to call now?” she’d practically spat the words down the phone at me but based of the circumstance i couldn’t blame her. “Because i found the photos and i think i know what happened to your son”

I paused, waiting to see if she spoke or if i should continue.

“So you remember what i did hu?”

My hand froze around the phone, unable to speak and unable to hang up i finally mustered the courage to speak “so it was you it it wasn’t me”

She let out a slight hollow chuckle “and because you ran, no one will ever believe you”