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Holly
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I stare blankly at the knife covered in dried up blood. I'm nothing but shocked. I have an emotionless expression painted on my pale face, but my hands are shaking and goosebumps are spreading all over my cold body.

"You surprised?" Elsie says, her arms crossed.

"I..." I can't even finish my words, I'm just flat out full of shock and fear.

Elsie stares at me, waiting for a response to this situation.

Out of no where, Liz slowly opens the door, and immediately Elsie slides the knife under the bed with her foot.

"Elsie," Liz says, "you're leaving"

"Oh, okay. I'll be down in a minute, I just need to talk to Holly"

"Okay" Liz says with a smile before leaving.

"I don't know what to say..." I shake my head slowly.

"You trust people really easily, Holly"

I don't reply, I just stare at Elsie for a short while.

"Well," Elsie says, "I gotta get going."

"But, I... I don't understand?"

"This is either the last time you'll be seeing me," Elsie opens the door to leave, "or the last time I'll be seeing you."

I don't bid Elsie goodbye, I just sit down on my bed and take everything in.

This means Juliet could, or is, the one. The murderer. This means the answer was right in front of me... I should've known. Juliet's always been the jealous, secretive, two-faced one. I just can't believe it, it's literally unbelievable, even with the significant piece of proof Elsie presented to me.

I know that the answer to the massive problem that has been making me go insane these past few months has finally been resolved, but as usual, I can't be sure. Maybe Elsie is trying to frame Juliet. I mean, it's a bit odd that Elsie would know that there was a knife under Juliet's pillow... Unless Elsie planted it there.

This time I'm not leaving the questioning to the last minute. I'm going now. I have to go to Juliet and clear this up.

I run downstairs and look for Juliet.

I see Harry walking down the hallway and I run to catch up to him.

"Harry!" I say.

"What?" Harry says.

"Where's Juliet?"

"I'm not sure," Harry scratches his head, "why?"

"Oh, you'd be surprise why."

Harry flashes me a confused look, "What?"

I look around to see if any of the girls are around, and once I notice they're not, I begin to whisper to Harry what happened. I have to be quiet, everything echoes, even our tiny whispers.

"This is gonna sound really crazy"

"Just tell me what happened"

"Okay," I say, "so I brung Elsie upstairs into my room, and she started telling me about how she wanted to run-"

"Run away?!" Harry says, with a surprised expression. I shouldn't of said that.

"Run track. She wants to run and be an athlete but, uh, Zayn's not into that stuff, so, yeah..."

"Oh, okay, carry on"

"Anyway, Elsie got a knife under Juliet's pillow and slid it over to me, almost like a threat. It's got me thinking Juliet might be..."

"The killer?" Harry nods slowly.

"Do the other dolls even know about the murder situation?" Harry asks.

I sigh, "Well, I told them ages ago. Like, when Dakota first came in ages ago. They've probably forgotten or think its just gone away. I'm really the only one worrying, so yeah, they've most likely forgotten"

"Right," Harry says, "look, I don't want you to remind them about any of this"

"Why? I-"

"And especially since Juliet might be the murderer, it's just... Don't, alright?"

"Well, I'm not sure if she's the murderer, I'm just assuming. She could've been framed."

"I think she is, though. It all adds up. Juliet's always been a bit crazy"

"So, you really think Juliet is the kill-"

I'm interrupted when Harry and I both hear and see a sculpture fall and crash. Someone's been eavesdropping.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath.

"Oh my god." I say aloud.

"It's okay. Just go find Macy and tell her to clean up the mess and meet me in my bedroom. Alright?"

"O-okay."

| Harry's Bedroom |

"Did you see who heard us?" Harry asks.

"I don't know," I say, "this isn't good."

After a few minutes of silence and me pacing back and forth, Harry says something.

"I want you to go talk to Juliet about this" Harry says.

"I'm scared to..."

Harry holds my hands, "She wouldn't tell me the truth, but she would tell you"

"She can murder me! She can stab me like she... No! I don't want to!" I say, panic coming out.

"Holly," Harry puts a piece of my hair behind my ear, "you'll be okay. Just talk to her. You need to clear this up"

I look at Harry, "Alright, I will."

I stand up from Harry's bed and make my way out of his bedroom, and start looking for Juliet once again.

I walk downstairs and check in every room before finding Juliet in the smaller living room in the kitchen, all alone watching TV.

"Juliet," I walk over to her, "hi."

"What's up?"

"I don't want to talk," I sit down next to Juliet, "I just need to tell you... Like, I don't know, it's serious."

Juliet turns off the TV, "Huh?"

"Elsie got a knife from under your pillow."

"What...?"

"She said I shouldn't trust you. I don't know if I should."

"What the fuck?"

"Just tell me the truth."

"I never put a fucking knife under my pillow! I would never!" Juliet stands up in anger.

"I think you killed someone-"

"What the?! Holly! Jesus fucking Christ. Honestly?!"

Unnecessary tears blur my eyes, "just please be honest."

"I am being honest! I have never and would never murder anyone! What the fuck?!"

"Look," I stand up, "Elsie got-"

"Elsie?" Juliet questions.

"Yeah..." I say, slowly.

"How and why would Elsie, of all people, know if I had a fucking knife under my pillow?"

"I... Don't know."

"Pfft," Juliet shakes her head, "And she tells you not to trust me"

"Well, what does this mean now?" I say.

"All I know is that I'm positive I have never murdered or put a goddamn knife under my pillow. Something's happened."

"What if Elsie framed you because she was jealous?"

"Or," Juliet says, "because she's in cahoots with somebody else."

A/N: okay. I know I haven't updated in a really long time. writers block.

I haven't asked a question in a while so...

Who do you think is really the murderer?