Your friend was killed in a car accident and you are now a suspect of the crime

It’s been two weeks since my friend died in a car crash. It was a night like any other when I was walking with him down a busy street in town when a truck ran him over and threw him several feet across the road. It was a gruesome scene and one that I will never forget.<br><br>I was the one who called the police and reported the incident. They arrived quickly and began to investigate. I was still in shock and couldn’t think straight. I just wanted to get home and lay down. But then I realized that I was being questioned.<br><br>The police had brought me to the station for questioning. I was seated in a small room with a desk in front of me. A police officer sat opposite me, looking stern. He began to ask me questions about what happened that night.<br><br>“Where were you when you heard the noise?” he asked.<br><br>“I was walking with my friend,” I replied. “We were talking about our lives and what we wanted to achieve. Suddenly, a truck came out of nowhere and ran him over.”<br><br>The officer’s eyes narrowed. “And what did you do then?”<br><br>“I didn’t move. I was paralyzed by shock. I just watched as he was thrown across the road like a rag doll.”<br><br>The officer nodded thoughtfully. “And did you see anyone around at the time of the accident?”<br><br>I thought for a moment before answering. “No, I didn’t see anyone. The streets were empty and dark, and the only sound was the screeching tires of the truck.”<br><br>The officer leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “So, you didn’t see anyone watching you and your friend?” he asked.<br><br>I shook my head. “No, I didn’t see anyone. I was too distracted by what was happening. I just wanted to make sure my friend was okay.”<br><br>The officer nodded and stood up. “Thank you for your time,” he said. “I’ll be in touch soon.”<br><br>I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked.<br><br>The officer smiled. “You are a suspect in this case. We believe you might have been involved in the accident.”<br><br>I felt a surge of panic. “What? No, I didn’t do anything! I didn’t even touch the truck!” I exclaimed.<br><br>The officer nodded. “We will investigate further. But for now, you are a suspect. Please come with me.”<br><br>I was led away by the officer and thrown into a cell. I was shocked and scared. I had never been in a situation like this before. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I just knew that I had to clear my name.<br><br>Over the next few weeks, I was interrogated repeatedly by the police. They kept asking me questions about the accident and what I had seen that night. I told them everything I remembered, but they seemed unconvinced. They kept asking me if I had anything to do with the accident. I kept insisting that I didn’t, but they seemed to doubt me.<br><br>One day, while I was being questioned, the officer asked me a question that made me realize that I had to take action. “Do you think you might have caused the accident on purpose?” he asked.<br><br>I felt a surge of anger. “No, I didn’t cause it on purpose! I’m not a murderer! I didn’t want to kill my friend.”<br><br>The officer nodded. “We will investigate further. But for now, you are a suspect. Please come with me.”<br><br>I was led away by the officer and thrown into a cell again. I was starting to feel hopeless. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I just knew that I had to clear my name and prove that I didn’t kill my friend.<br><br>Days passed, and I was interrogated repeatedly by the police. They kept asking me questions about the accident and what I had seen that night. I kept insisting that I didn’t cause it, but they seemed unconvinced. I started to feel like I was going crazy.<br><br>One night, while I was in my cell, I heard a noise outside. I looked up and saw a figure standing in the shadows. I couldn’t make out their features, but they seemed to be watching me.<br><br>I tried to calm myself down. Maybe it was just a guard or someone who was trying to help me. But then I noticed something strange. The figure seemed to be watching me closely, almost obsessively. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was being watched by a potential killer.<br><br>I knew that I had to escape. I couldn’t let myself become a prisoner forever. I had to clear my name and prove that I didn’t kill my friend.<br><br>I waited until the officer left my cell and then I made my move. I slipped out of the cell and started to make my way down the hall. I was scared and didn’t know where to go, but I knew that I had to escape.<br><br>I ran down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the police officer shouting behind me, “Stop! You’re a suspect! Come back here!”<br><br>I didn’t look back. I kept running, my mind racing with thoughts of my friend and my own future. I didn’t know where I was going or what would happen next, but I knew that I had to keep moving.<br><br>Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I saw a door ahead of me. I sprinted towards it, my legs pumping hard. I pushed open the door and found myself outside in the cool night air.<br><br>I took a deep breath and started to run. I didn’t know where I was going or what I would find, but I knew that I had to keep moving. I ran through the streets, my heart pounding in my chest.<br><br>After what felt like hours of running, I finally reached my home. I collapsed on my bed, exhausted and scared. I knew that I had to clear my name and prove that I didn’t kill my friend.<br><br>The next morning, I woke up and knew that I had to take action. I couldn’t just sit around and wait for the police to come after me. I had to do something.<br><br>I thought about my friend and how much he meant to me. I knew that I couldn’t let him down. I decided to go to the police station and demand to see my friend’s family.<br><br>I made my way to the police station, my heart pounding in my chest. I arrived at the station and was greeted by a familiar face - my friend’s mother.<br><br>I saw her and ran towards her, embracing her tightly. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t kill your son.”<br><br>She hugged me back, tears streaming down her face. “I know you didn’t, sweetie. I believe you.”<br><br>I pulled back and looked at her. “How did you know I was here?” I asked.<br><br>She smiled. “I came to visit you after I heard about your friend’s death. I wanted to make sure you were okay. But when I arrived, I saw that you were being questioned by the police. I knew something was wrong, so I waited outside until you were released.”<br><br>I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her. “Thank you, Mom. I’m glad you’re here. I need to prove that I didn’t do anything.”<br><br>She nodded. “Of course. Let’s go to my house and talk.”<br><br>I nodded and followed her. We walked to her house in silence, both of us lost in thought.<br><br>When we arrived at the house, I sat down in the living room and explained everything that had happened. I told her about the accident, the police questioning me, and how I had escaped from the station.<br><br>She listened attentively, her face growing more serious with each passing moment. When I finished, she nodded and stood up.<br><br>“I believe you,” she said. “I know you wouldn’t do anything like that. But we need to prove it to the police.”<br><br>I nodded, feeling a surge of hope. “I know. I’ve been thinking about it. I have an idea.”<br><br>She looked at me curiously. “What is it?”<br><br>I took a deep breath before explaining my plan. She listened intently, her eyes lighting up with understanding.<br><br>When I finished, she smiled. “It’s a great idea. I’ll help you with everything.”<br><br>I smiled back, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her. “Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it.”<br><br>Together, we set out to prove my innocence. We gathered evidence, talked to witnesses, and went to the police station to demand justice.<br><br>It wasn’t easy, but we worked tirelessly for weeks, fighting for the truth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the police announced that they had found the killer.<br><br>I was overjoyed. I had done it. I had cleared my name and proved that I didn’t kill my friend. I hugged my mom tightly, tears of joy streaming down my face.<br><br>But as I looked at her, I realized that something was wrong. She was holding me too tightly, almost possessively. I pulled back and looked at her face, and what I saw made my blood run cold.<br><br>She was smiling, but it was a twisted smile. Her eyes were filled with a maniacal gleam. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that she was the killer.<br><br>“Why?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.<br><br>She laughed, her eyes glinting with madness. “Because I couldn’t let him die. I had to protect him. I couldn’t let him go.”<br><br>I felt a surge of confusion. “Protect him from what?”<br><br>She smiled again. “From himself. He was a danger to himself and others. I couldn’t let him die.”<br><br>I shook my head, trying to understand.