I just want my phone back, god. I'm having serous no-phone anxiety. I'm going to be so pissed if Kyle isn't at school tomorrow. I had my passcode on, didn't I?

No, I didn't. Shit! I turned it off when I got home after school because I didn't want to keep unlocking it while I waited for Alex. Kyle must've gone through it. God, that is going to be so embarrassing. I'm sure he'll tell the whole school about all my thousand pictures of Luke Hemmings or my screenshots of funny conversations with Alex. Ew. Plus, he has excess to all of my shits. I'm so stupid, oh my god.

I walk to the front door to get inside. I don't even know how long had I been standing in the porch waiting for my phone to come back. I saw a girl shoes in front of the door. A visitor? Who could it be?

I went inside and I saw my mom, dad and a girl about my age sitting at the living room. I realize mom was crying and dad had his hand on his forehead squeezing it. The tension in the room is intimidating with my worried parents and an unknown girl in my house?

"Sky." As the girl turned and greets me I was terribly shocked. Bethany Prinsloo. I know her very well because she used to be Ashton's girlfriend and if she didn't moved to another school she'll be one of my senior.

"Have a seat, Sky." My dad offered to join them. I knew there's something's wrong. Why would she show up in my house. It's not like Ashton still alive. This is very rare.

"Why are you here?" I ask breaking the silence and releasing the pressure out of my body.

"I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry Beth, you should explain it to Sky." I became more worried when mom sobbing uncontrollably. My dad excuses us to follow my mom to talk to her or something.

"So, what's going on?" I ask for the second time.

"It's about Ashton's death." I knew it was about it.

"I know the reason why he's dead." she almost chocked herself from crying.

"Tell me everything." I said. Honestly I'm scared to know the truth.

"He didn't kill himself. But someone did." She wiped the tears slipping down her cheeks before she continues.

"Who did it?" My voice was barely audible. I knew it. I knew Ashton was killed by someone but who could it be?

"Kyle Hogan." As soon as the name slipped from her lips, my body became stiff. I was in utter shocked and my whole limb became numb.

"How-"

"I think he's crazy. He used to have this stupid crush on me since he moved in Avonworth but I never like him because he was a weird kid. He wrote me poem during English class and made a collage for me on Valentine's Day- of my face. Not photos from Instagram or Facebook, but literally of my face from pictures taken from distance away."

That's really creepy, I couldn't imagine myself if I was her. I mean who wouldn't terrified if someone is stalking and obsessed with you.

"What terrified me a lot is some were of me in my bedroom eating a bag of crisps and some of it was whatever I'm doing in school."

"One day he ask me on a date but I refuse to because I told him that I have a boyfriend. Ashton."

She continues.

"I know somehow he's mad and the tension between them is obvious. He hates Ashton but Ashton was too naïve to see that."

Naïve. Yes, Ashton is always the naïve one, he doesn't see the bad in people instead of always thinks of the opposite.

"What happened that night he died?"

"I don't know because in the middle of our conversation he excuses for a while and he never came back. After a few days he died. I received a call and bunch of text from Kyle. I keep on ignoring him and he got mad."

"He called me again two days ago." This time she was sobbing uncontrollably. I can see she's in traumatic state on what just happened. I feel sorry for her and I placed my hand on her back to comfort her.

"I told him that I still love Ashton and he got really mad. He even made a confession that he's the one who shove Ashton down the cliff. He even mentioned something about destroying you. That is why I came here to tell you to be careful and to re-report this case." Destroy me. He wants to destroy me is that mean he wants to kill me too? Or maybe making me suffering for the rest of my life. Now I know why he was here trying to get my attention, always trying to turn Alex and I against each other.

I can't believe I've ever liked him, my crush is actually the murderer of my own brother. He took my brother's life. I always thought Kyle is better than Alex but what happened now is the exact opposite. I hate him. I fucking hate Kyle Hogan, I want him to rot in hell.

"Do- do you have any proof to send to the cops?" I ask. My voice stammering, I'm almost close to breaking down.

"Yes. When he called me non-stop for almost a week and sending me threats, I decide to record the call and send it to the cops to make a report for intruding personal policy. I have no idea he's going to say all of it," she took her phone out of her bag and opening the voice recorder file.

The whole conversation is just some random desperate question from Kyle asking Bethany to love him and back-and-forth , saying that he'll love her more than Ashton will. All I can say is pathetic. He sounds like a complete psychopath. The background sound consists of him shouting and throwing things till one of his remarks caught me off.

"Even after I shove that stupid bastard off the cliff and die, he still won, won't he? I can't stand of you keep saying that you love him most! I can give you more than he ever could Beth! I guess he won't go away right? Do you know that it torture me every day in school that I had to see his reflection? Of course it's her sister Skylar Rose the pathetic slut who doesn't see that I killed his brother and guess what? now I'm going to destroy her life. She'll end up like her fucking brother. And this is all because of you, Beth."

I gasp when he mentioned my name. My body's shaking and I'm scared to death. This whole damn time I was with him at school and just now he sends me home.

**

After Bethany left the house I went straight to Ashton's room which is now become a guest room.

The scent of him was still there, it's felt like he just not at home probably hang out with his friend and he'll be back soon. I can feel my tears fall and I'm totally reaching the point that I'm breaking down. I miss him, his jokes, his sense of humor and everything about him.

I wipe off the tears remaining on my cheek before I open one of the drawer and I saw a box. I pick the box and open it to see what it's content. All I see is his photo with his school mates and with us till this one paper caught my eyes.

I unfold the paper and a piece of A4 photo fall off the ground. A photo of Kyle, I was surprised to see that. Why would Ashton keep his photo? I decide to read the unfolded paper and it's consists of a symptom of disorder.

PARANOID PERSONAL DISORDER (PPD)

People with paranoid personality disorder are generally characterized by having a long-standing pattern of pervasive distrust and suspiciousness of others. A person with paranoid personality disorder will nearly always believe that other people's motives are suspect or even malevolent.

Individuals with this disorder assume that other people will exploit, harm, or deceive them, even if no evidence exists to support this expectation. While it is fairly normal for everyone to have some degree of paranoia about certain situations in their lives (such as worry about an impending set of layoffs at work), people with paranoid personality disorder take this to an extreme — it pervades virtually every professional and personal relationship they have.

Individuals with Paranoid Personality Disorder are generally difficult to get along with and often have problems with close relationships. Their excessive suspiciousness and hostility may be expressed in overt argumentativeness, in recurrent complaining, or by quiet, apparently hostile aloofness. Because they are hypervigilant for potential threats, they may act in a guarded, secretive, or devious manner and appear to be "cold" and lacking in tender feelings. Although they may appear to be objective, rational, and unemotional, they more often display a labile range of affect, with hostile, stubborn, and sarcastic expressions predominating. Their combative and suspicious nature may elicit a hostile response in others, which then serves to confirm their original expectations.

Because individuals with Paranoid Personality Disorder lack trust in others, they have an excessive need to be self-sufficient and a strong sense of autonomy. They also need to have a high degree of control over those around them. They are often rigid, critical of others, and unable to collaborate, and they have great difficulty accepting criticism.

A personality disorder is an enduring pattern of inner experience and behavior that deviates from the norm of the individual's culture. The pattern is seen in two or more of the following areas: cognition; affect; interpersonal functioning; or impulse control. The enduring pattern is inflexible and pervasive across a broad range of personal and social situations. It typically leads to significant distress or impairment in social, work or other areas of functioning. The pattern is stable and of long duration, and its onset can be traced back to early adulthood or adolescence.

Symptoms of Paranoid Personality Disorder

Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a pervasive distrust and suspiciousness of others such that their motives are interpreted as malevolent. This usually begins in early adulthood and presents in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following:

-Suspects, without sufficient basis, that others are exploiting, harming, or deceiving him or her.

-Is preoccupied with unjustified doubts about the loyalty or trustworthiness of friends or associates.

-Is reluctant to confide in others because of unwarranted fear that the information will be used maliciously against him or her.

-Reads hidden demeaning or threatening meanings into benign remarks or events.

-Persistently bears grudges (i.e., is unforgiving of insults, injuries, or slights).

-Perceives attacks on his or her character or reputation that are not apparent to others, and is quick to react angrily or to counterattack.

-Has recurrent suspicions, without justification, regarding fidelity of spouse or sexual partner

-Paranoid personality disorder generally isn't diagnosed when another psychotic disorder, such as schizophrenia or a bipolar or depressive disorder with psychotic features, has already been diagnosed in the person.

Because personality disorders describe long-standing and enduring patterns of behavior, they are most often diagnosed in adulthood. It is uncommon for them to be diagnosed in childhood or adolescence, because a child or teen is under constant development, personality changes and maturation. However, if it is diagnosed in a child or teen, the features must have been present for at least 1 year.

Persistently bears grudges. This is it. Kyle Hogan is confirmed for having this disorder. I'm not sure how Ashton knew all about this. But I knew this is one of the reasons why he killed him.

**

I set my backpack down on the ground and take a seat. I want to meet Alex for real I need to ask him about Kyle and his mental sickness. I really want my phone back too, but I'm scared to see Kyle especially after all of his dirty secret is now revealed.

The door opens and Alex walks in, setting his backpack down on the desk closest to the door.

"Alex, can we talk?" Alex doesn't say anything, he just sits down at his seat.

"Alex?" I repeat. He grabs a pair of earbuds out of his backpack and puts them in his ears.

"Why are you mad at me?" I stand up and walk over to where he's sitting.

"Is it because I left with Kyle last night? I can explain," I sigh mentioning Kyle's name gave me nausea feeling. Instead of answering me, he turns his volume up on his phone.

I yank the earbuds out of his ear, "Alex."

"What the hell are you doing?" He yells.

"I'm trying to talk to you!" I raise my voice.

"I don't fucking care, Skylar. Leave me the hell alone." He practically screams at me. He puts the ear bud back in his ear and turns his volume up a little more. He rests his head on the desk and I just walk back to my seat.

What a fucking dick move, Alex. I huff, resting my head on my hands. A couple of girls walk into the classroom and take a seat in the middle of the classroom. They're just texting, not even paying any attention. If I had my phone, I'd be talking to Alex right now. If Alex wasn't mad I'd be talking to him. I hate when he's mad at me.

"Did you hear?" One of the girls whisper to the other two.

"About?"

"Kyle Hogan." She leans in and says something I can't understand

"What about Kyle?" I speak up. All of the three girls turn their heads towards me.

"Car crash," the girl in the middle says. "I heard he collided with a semi. They showed clips of the fire on the news."

"What?" I croak.

"They're not sure, though. The said the bodies were unrecognizable after the fire." This has to be some sick rumors. It can't possibly be true. I literally was just in his car last night. He was perfectly fine.

I'm sure he'll show up in a few minutes. Everybody will see that he's fine. I know he's fine, Kyle isn't dead. Kyle is still alive and the police will caught him for justice after he show up and give me my phone back, I know it.

**

He never showed up to first period. He never appeared at lunch. His car wasn't in the parking lot at 3.30. Everybody just kind of acted as if nothing was strange.

Alex avoided me all day. He didn't come near me at lunch. He sat on the opposite side of the room in sixth period. By the time I got out to my car at 3.35, he was gone.

I'm so confused. Is he really mad about me leaving with Kyle? Maybe I should've said something, but I didn't want to say it in front of Kyle. I was just annoyed and wanted to tell Kyle to mind his own business.

But he's dead now, isn't he? This is ridiculous. Kyle is perfectly fine. I know he is! He just ditched school today, to avoid the police. But I didn't see his car at his house. Maybe he was just away from town?

I set my bag down on the floor by the couch.

"Hi honey," my mom giving me a weak smile. I know she's still sad about the news yesterday.

"Hey."

"Did you hear?"

"About?"

"The accident that happened, last night?" I sit down on the cough beside my mom. The news station is playing a clip of the fire from last night. Orange. Just streetlights and orange ambers. That was a huge fire from a semi and a small car.

"Yeah, that guy who killed Ashton. He deserves it anyways." I mumble.

"The Hogan family was interviewed. They think it's their son, Kyle."

"Did they know he has mental problem?" I say as they played the interview from this morning.

"They said the medical examiner is going to have to go by dental records, The parents made a call this morning, they apologize regarding on what their son's did. They really don't know about it, they were really sorry. They even wants to paid for everything but I refuse to because money won't bring my son back to life and yes Kyle had a terrible past which affected his mind to who he are now," she shakes her head.

"I don't know what to say." At that moment, I broke down. I can't stop crying. I know it's him. He deserved to die because he took Ashton's life but at the same time I feel like it's my fault. I don't want someone to die because of me. He was in that accident because I asked him to drive me home.

"Honey, don't cry. What's wrong?" My mom pulls me in and I rest me head on her chest.

"He.. I..." I cry harder.

"What about him?"

"H-he drove me h-home last night." I sniffle. "I left my phone in his car."

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. It's okay," She rubs my back. I take deep breathes and try to contain my crying. I feel like shit. I feel shit that he's gone. I feel like shit because Alex is pissed at me.

"We'll get you a new phone, okay?" I nod and keep taking a deep breath.

"I'm going upstairs," I sigh.

I grab the house phone off the counter and make my way upstairs. I sit down on my bed and dial Alex's cell phone. One ring. Three rings. Six rings. Voicemail. Beep.

"Alex, I'm so sorry for what I did. Please don't be mad anymore." The lump in my throat grows and I hold back tears.

"I just found out that Kyle got in a car crash and I feel like shit. Please Alex, talk to me." I hang up the phone and cover my face with my hands. I just can't stop crying. I don't know why I'm sad.

I'm not crying over Kyle, hell for sure. I don't know why I'm crying. I'm just upset right now. I'm upset that Alex is ignoring me. I'm upset about Kyle killed my brother and about a lot of things.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mom steps into the bedroom.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I mumble.

"Okay. I'm going to bed. If you need anything, tell me."

"Can I borrow your cell phone, mom?"

"Sure," she smiles. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to me. I type in Dan's number.

dan

It's sky

I really need you right now

please

Alex is ignoring me and I can't stop crying

please dan

what happened?

I just had so many problems

I found out Kyle killed my brother and now he was in a car crash and Alex is mad at me

last night Alex and I went on a date and Kyle and Taylor showed up

the lie was ridiculous. I asked Kyle to take me home so I could tell him to back off

I left my phone in his car and this morning Alex yelled at me and told me to leave me alone

Idk what's going on

and I don't know why I feel bad about that car crash. I don't want to be a killer

everything is spiralling and I'm so upset please

Sky, it's okay

I'm sure Alex is just mad about the car crash

Kyle deserve it after what he did

I don't think it's anything you did

just talk to him

I tried!

this morning when he yelled at me

I just called him too and he didn't answer

I'll talk to him, okay?

and I don't know what to say about Kyle but he deserve the karma for taking someone's life

besides they don't know if it's him yet

what if it's not him, everything is possible right?

and him taking you home was not the reason for the accident. Please don't blame yourself kid

I love you, okay