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I go outside of the hospital and I can't help it. I cry a little. She's gone, my only friend, the only one I can trust. I read a lot of mystery books, so I should be able to solve this mystery. I run into the woods and become a fly. I come back out and think I should start my investigation now.
I didn't visit her until today. I'm so ashamed. Why didn't I? I must've been caught up in my new power, but I still feel bad about it. I know I have to find her old hospital room.
I enter the building through the door when a dirty blonde women opened it, and I flew in. Nobody notices me, as you most likely know flies are small. I search for the room with her name by it, room 5Q.
When I enter, the room has messes everywhere. The bed is on its side. The tables and all other things are all knocked over spilling all their contents if they have any, and I notice a gun on the ground. There's an old bag dispenser with only six left. What went on in here? I'm guessing something big. Or else it would be a normal hospital room, no messes, no destruction, and she'd be here.
It will easier to be a human to search, so I become myself. I begin my search with the gun. It's clean and loaded, thankfully it hasn't been used, and I think fingerprints might help me here. I grab a bag to get it. But as soon as I reach for it with the bag over my hands, I hear voices.
"Hey, Bob. Nice to see you, and you think we should see what happened in room 5Q? It's very interesting, maybe we can get a reward from her family or the news of we found her."
Bob laughs. "Aww yeah, champ, lets go get a loot."
"Seriously, it was just once. Stop calling me that." 'Champ' said.
"What should I call you, ugly Fabio?" It's as if he spits his name.
"Shut up, its right here. Let's go in." Fabio snaps.
My heart starts beating faster than ever before. I can't think anything. I'm too afraid. No animal can help, then I think that I've never tried an object before. What if that could work?
"Key, sir?"
"Yes, I got it right here."
"Excellent, just put in in the lock and twist it right, mkay?" Bob says like Fabio's stupid. But if that's the only reason both of them are coming, they both are, no doubt about it.
"You really think I'm stupid, don't you?"
"Why would I ever think that? That's so mean! I know you're stupid. I know what you are."
"Shut up again."
Even though they're fighting, I'm not relaxing. I'm tenser than anything I could think of. I can't think of anything for an object either, so I look at the nearest object. Wrong object.
They walk in. I hear gasps and other negative and surprised comment, but then they seem to realize why they're here.
"Get the guns," Bob says.
"I know, with a bag to keep fingerprints, I'm not stupid, and don't say anything."
You read right. Guns. Oh God, help me now.