Tell me this: Is Rachael Ambers, my sister, dead?

    Of course she is, why would she be alive now?
 
Present  Day, Arcadia Bay, 3:00 pm, school

"Any sign of Casey?" Abby said, sucking a lollipop and turning to the cops." What about Rachael?"

I had my head down, drinking my mocha." It's no use, Rachael is dead, what's next? Casey is dead?!"

Abby put a hand on my shoulder." Don't worry, we'll get there. We will find out what's going on." She pushed the door open and walked upstairs. " Hey you, get me a latte, will ya? I need to examine some papers in the office, please?" The cop went away and abby rushed in, getting the files and looking at each and quickly hid them in her purse and walked back out. The cop returned, confused." Um, here is your latte." He gave it to her and she splashed it on him, running away towards me. " got it, now can we go?" She asked, looking at the cop, who was wiping off his shirt.

I saw the cop and went to my house." Come on, before anyone sees u-

Abby looked at what didn't amazed her at all.

They both saw Rachael in a flower dress, alongside with her father, James. She was angry at him, for some reason, she was smoking a cigar. She had her purse with her as they walked to the police. Abby was in shock and turned towards her." H-hey Rachael, how's your day?"She asked, worried.

Rachael turned and smiled." Im fine, very well and proud. Bye now." She walked up towards one of the cops, who's name is Andrew Beckham, head department of the cops. Rachael talked to him, speaking in a low voice so we can't hear. Once they were done, Andrew handed James a bag of medicine for Rachael. What was my sister doing with a medicine bag???

I turned to Abby." We need to snoop around Rachael's bedroom, see if we can't find anything useful about her death, and why she's alive?" He walked in, walking upstairs to her room, where Rachael was humming. We hid in the closet, not making a sound. Rachael looked in the mirror, holding the bag of medicine.

She sighed." Just one drop, like father said." She took one drop of the medicine, and went to sleep. I pushed open the closet door, and went for the bag. I checked the label and description of the medicine." Here it says that the medicine is only use for sleeping... what does it mean?"

Abby read the label." It means that the medicine has pills in it... we just don't know what type of pills it is though..." she set the bag on her bed as I walked around." Do you think maybe the pills are deadly?!"

I smiled and looked at the bag and at her." Well, let's get out of here before my father catches us!" We raced out the house and onto the street, where the cops were still having their coffee and donuts, pretend to be talking when they're watching us like some creeps." Man, those cops are some creeps, don't ya think?" I asked.

Abby agreed." Yes,I wonder why they're watching us, like we're hiding something!" She yelled.

I thought." I think we're not the ones hiding something, I think maybe Rachael is hiding something from us that we don't want to know! That's why the cops are watching our every move."

Abby thought and looked at Andrew." Andrew is still here though... why?"

I went back in the house and saw Rachael still sleeping. Then I heard my father talking to mother about the bag." Hey, Rachael knows how to take care of herself, even for Robert."

Father complained." No! Rachael and Robert need to be apart for some time, please?" He yelled.

Mother calmed him down." Please, honey, they're sleeping."

Father kept yelling." No, because she's taking her medicine bag-"

Mother was shocked." What medicine bag?"

Father sighed." We had to go get a medicine bag for Rachael. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this, but...... she's not fine."

Mother yelled." Well, what do you mean?!"

Father explained." Last time, I saw Rachael hanging with a group of people and the leader was Nick. People say if Rachael wanted to join, they would have to drink their way in: even if they were young! But Rachael wanted to join, but once I found out she was on drugs, she needed help from the police. We got her a medicine bag in order to help it from making her lungs sicker. She takes only one drop!"

Mother cried." Let's hope she's fine..." she said, looking up the stairs to Rachael's bedroom.

I ran out the door and pulled Abby in." I know what happened!"

Abby looked dead straight in the eye." What did u find out?"

I smiled." Rachael was hanging out with Nick."

Abby was shocked." No way, the bad boy Nick?"

I shrugged." Who else's name is Nick? Also, she was taking drugs!"

Abby looked at the bag." No way! But why?"

I thought." I have no idea, maybe she was depressed with her life: she wanted a new purse for her birthday, but she wouldn't do drugs for that, would she?"

Abby tried to wake her up." Hey Rachael! We need to talk!"

Rachael woke up, smiling." Hi guys, what's up?"

I held up the medicine bag to her." Care to explain this in your room?"

Rachael held up a cigar and puffed it once." Um, father told me to take one drop of it, why are you in my room, brother? And what's Abby doing here?"

Abby hit her." Were the ones asking the questions here, now talk!"

Rachael blew the smoke from her mouth and onto her." Shut up, geez!" She grinned and continued." Ya know nick?"

Abby sighed." Yea, we do."

Rachael laughed." Yea, so, I wanted to join a club, and nick offered me some stuff, and of course I drunk it, but it got me high and that."

I thought." Why did u take it, sis? Why?"

Rachael cried." I thought it was a club, ok?! Stop making my life miserable!" She held a gun to her head." You guys think I'm dead, but I'm alive, do you want me to be dead?"

Me and Abby settled down."Don't!"

Rachael laughed." Ha! Your faces! So funny, I would never kill myself anyway, besides-"

Then a gunshot was fired.

Abby screamed." Ahh!"

I saw the bullet through Rachael's chest, and looked through the window. I saw a black suit with a lion mask, waving at us. He then shot another bullet, that was coming straight for us.

I yelled." Duck!"

Abby went under the bed." Who the hell was you talking to from the window?!"

I covered my ears." I think I found the murderer!"

Abby yelled." What! Your lying!"

I yelled." Yea, but we must run!"

We raced out the house, and saw the police gone, along with the cars. What was going on???

Then Abby saw the black suit." Didn't you find Rachael's diary?"

Ironically, I did." Yea, why?"

Abby sighed." Let's just say... a person name ravage, who I believe, may have killed Rachael."

I looked beyond the rivers, water flowing freely and smoothly.

But I saw something else.

That purple hair.

Those lavishing eyes.

And that craving smile.

And she had a knife, ready to kill.

Rachael, standing in my way, smiled.

"Ahahaha!"