yeah i decided im lazy so heres what I wrote for skool. Its not great bc it had to be really short and I hate to cut it down so much
TW: DEATH, SU!C!D3 MENTIONS
I heard a loud scream, jumped up, and bolted to where the voice came from, heart pounding as I stepped into the bathroom. It was in chaos, a far cry from its normal stateliness. Everything was pushed off the counter and shattered on the floor, and there was a rope, swinging slightly from the shower rod. And hanging from that rope, swinging slightly, was John. His eyes were becoming blotchy with blood, his skin the color of lavender, but it was still undoubtedly him.
“John. John! No, no, no, no, no!” Emma cried, tears already streaming like a waterfall down her cheeks. “How did this happen? Why? John! John, wake up! Please! Please tell me this isn't real, Jane!”
That didn’t make any sense… He was silly and happy and could always make anyone laugh. He would never. I thought. Emma’s shoulders are shaking with the force of her sobs and tears spill over her hands, splashing onto her cheerful yellow T-shirt and distorting the white floral pattern. Numbly, I reach into my pocket and grab my phone to call the police.
Nothing about this makes sense… I thought after the operator hung up. He would never do this… I didn’t know John very well, but from what I did know, he was happy and in love with Emma. When they first got engaged, the three of us went to a small engagement dinner, and I awkwardly watched as he grinned and kissed her, showering her with love and attention. They seemed like the perfect couple, so happy. I don’t believe it. I don’t care that all the evidence points toward suicide. The only thing that makes any sense is murder.
“I… I just touched up my makeup in my room and then went to the bathroom.” Emma sniffles, startling me out of my thoughts. I started to reply, but suddenly a sharp knock interrupted me.
I walk over to the door and open it to see two police officers and a third in the car.
“Thanks so much. The body is this way.” I say, and without further explanation, I lead them to the bathroom. They cram into the small space, taking pictures and jotting down notes and sequestering John away in a body bag. Then, I noticed something bright yellow stuck on a corner of the counter. I narrow my eyes and step a little closer. Fabric… with a familiar white design. I step forward again and feel a sting on my hand. I hiss and look down to see a rose tinted shard that smells of Emma’s perfume clattering to the ground. I must have knocked it off the counter and it sliced me… The cut is deep and already dripping crimson blood across the snow white tiles. I wince and walk down the hallway to knock timidly at her door without thinking.
“I was just wondering whether you have any band aids?” I wince again and she gestures toward the bedroom. “Thanks.” I replied and walked into the kitchen, where I noticed something odd. A large butchers knife, sharp as a razor, gleaming dangerously at me. I shivered and continued to the bedroom where I found the bandaids and noticed something else as I grabbed one. A book. “Emma’s Diary”, was written in cursive, surrounded by little hearts and flower doodles. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist. I opened the nearest entry and read.
“October 20, 2024:
I can’t stand him. He is such an idiot. Whatever. It’s almost time, and I can finally be rid of him forever.”
My breath catches in my throat. I flipped through the pages of the diary and read other pages. They all have similar messages, what’s that supposed to mean? The only thing that would make sense is… but…. That’s impossible. She would never… A loud voice startled me out of my thoughts. Emma’s voice
“I see you found my diary.” She remarked softly I stumble back a step, and another, until I hit the wall and had nowhere else to go. Her lips curled up into a predatory, mendacious grin that was discordant with her usual, cheerful self. “Well, we can’t have you telling people about this little secret of mine, can we?” She purred as she stepped sinuously toward me, pulling the butcher’s knife from inside her sweatshirt. “That would simply ruin everything!” Her smile grew as she ran her finger up the sharp blade and pressed her finger to the sharp point until a bead of crimson sprung up.
“No, no! I- I won’t say anything, I promise! Please, I swear!” I begged
She lunged.
