Torn from myself, buried, I didn’t go to Erin’s service. The rumor machine was seizing from overheating. James told me a girl in his class said Tim drove her to do it.
People were spreading lies.
George told me others said it was a drug deal went wrong and it only looked like a murder-suicide. This scared me until more information was leaked.
Cyrus used a contact in DC and found out that Tim was shot in the back of the head. They found his corpse on a hiking trail just a few miles away where bones chips were scattered in shoots of grass surrounded by blood mixed with the red Virginia clay in a dark pool.
His face was gone.
They found her next to him, head in pieces, with a stick in her hand she used to push the trigger. He was forward and she was back. There were no other fingerprints than hers and there was a receipt found for the gun from a mega-store. If it were a double murder there were more cryptic places outside of the town where they might not have been found for years, if at all.
I knew the truth.
Speed kills.
Tim’s parents came and took his belongings and erased his existence from us. They wanted to meet everyone on the hall, so I obliged them. I just introduced myself and said, “I am sorry for your loss.”
They were the most normal parents I had ever met, at least in the television version of reality. They were older than I thought and dressed like they were going sailing. I left them alone and retreated to my room.
Wondered if the cops stuck themselves when they opened the drug drawer?