Scream // 5sos

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I watched her, Hailey. I watched all of them.

Being there, had to be the best part. And what really made it the best, was that no one knew.

No one knew how I stood there, listening in to every single conversation and watching every little move.

Through the years, I've gotten naked photos, a cheating couple, hell, I think I'm even in on the madness. But that wasn't it.

I am the madness.

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I felt.. Nothing at all. Was she really dead?

Stacey really was dead. And all I freaking could do was regret everything I did.

I realized how important she was, and how I never got to tell her the truth before her death.

That didn't mean I was regretting nearly breaking up with her though. She meant everything to me, for a time, but I suddenly started questioning every single thing we started off with.

Stacey just wasn't the person I thought she was. She was so cruel, to everyone. Even to her own friends, just all of us.

But I was her boyfriend. So everyone she knew probably expects me to be more hurt than I really am.

I sat in the interrogation room, sighing anxiously. Luke, Hailey, Mallory, just all of them waited at the front lobby.

Detective Jones, the man I met just recently explained that all I had to tell him was everything I knew and everything I witnessed happen before the incident.

I felt my hands grip the armrests of the chair once I heard the door swing open.

The man with slightly stubbly skin, just nodded once at me, setting my files down on the metal desk.

"Um.." I mumbled. "If I'm in any trouble because of this.. I swear, I had nothing to do with this. I-I had no idea."

His stoic expression nearly knocked me off the chair itself, but I stood my ground just intensly staring at him back.

I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head.

Mr. Jones sets his phone on the table, a voice recorder started up.

"State your full name, and your relationship with the victim please." He said straightly, leaning back in his chair as if he knew everything he was doing.

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin. I was her boyfriend of three years."

"Ashton. That's a nice name, son." He nodded, slowly leaning forward and lightly brushing the sleeves of his black suit.

I pressed my lips together, remaining silent.

"So tell me, was there any fall out's in the relationship? Was there any suspicion of suicidal thoughts or clues?"

"No.. No there wasn't." I shook my head, answering way too quickly.

Chandler seemed to pick up on my quick and short tone, as I swallowed.

My pulse quickened, palms sweaty from the anxiousness.

"I can smell the anxiety radiating right off of you Mr. Irwin. To quicken the process, I'd like everything to be spick and span. To do that, I need the full story."