Candy.

I checked my watch again, seven a.m.
Jesus.
I hadn't heard anything since around five, so I thought he was gone.
I pushed on the closet door.
Something was blocking it.
Flop, thump.
A hand hit the ground, a female hand.
No, please god no, not that.I pushed harder.
I crawled out of the tight space and fell from the cramps in my legs.
"We need a bigger closet" I thought as I rubbed my legs.
I opened my eyes and found myself facing my worst nightmare.
It was Candy.
Her body limp and covered in blood.
Her once-bright chocolate colored eyes were now dead and dark.
Her golden hair was lank and stained red from the wound on her neck.
I looked at that black-rimmed red gash on her powder white neck and determined it was a laceration mark.
I felt frozen.
I walked dream-like to the phone and dialed 911.
The woman on the other end was kind but all I wanted to do was sleep.
I hung up on her mid-sentence.
I walked towards my room, not really registering that Candy was in the next room.
Dead.
As I did I noticed water coming from underneath the bathroom door, red water.
I went to open the door to the bathroom.
But as I did,
BANG!
The front door burst open and about twenty police officers burst in.
"Are you OK ma'am?" One asked me.
I broke down into tears.
"No!" I wailed "Candy's dead, and it's all my fault! I wouldn't answer her door to her!"
I wept as I was lead down the stairs and into another apartment, similar to ours, but bigger.
I sat and drank coffee until I was called by a large man in a tweed suit.
"OK deary" He said kindly.
I just looked at him, I wasn't going to say anything if I didn't have to, I was really very tiered.
"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked.
I retold my story from the night before.
"So who's the man then?" He asked, sounding confused.
"Man?" I asked right back.
"We found a man in your bathroom, he had slit his wrists." The man in the tweed suit said.
"Tommy..." I whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"The man Candy went out with. Tommy." I replayed.

***

*Random Detectives P.O.V*

***

The man turned out to be Matt Tobaine, another student in the collage.
He had asked Candy out on a date using the name Tommy.
He had planed to have sex with her, hearing she was an easy ride.
But she refused and he strangled her with some fishing line, left over from when he had gone fishing earlier that day.
After thinking he had killed Candy he was so ashamed he committed suicide in the bathroom.
Fatima, Candy's best friend, was so ashamed that she didn't open the door and save Candy that she too committed suicide.
But she overdosed on pills.
Some might call it a murder, others a homicide/suicide.
I call it another day in Paradise.