[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
It was already dark outside when we finished reading tons of books. Some guy needs to go home now.
"Uhm, it's actually five pm. You better go home now." I told the boy beside me who was sulking while reading a horror book.
He looked at me with sleepy eyes and stood up.
"Thank you for today, Uhm, what's your name?" He said.
Oh, we don't know each other's names yet?
Definitely not.
"I'm Belladonna. You can call me Bella." I told him.
"Hmm, I prefer calling you Donna."
Donna? How hideous!
"Don't call me that!" I jeered.
"Anyways, I'm Jameson." He looked at me, placed both hands inside his pocket, and started to do little sways.
"Okay," I replied shortly. I don't need his name anyway.
"I'll get going then, goodbye! Invite me again next time!"
I came with him to the front door and watched him run through the fields full of lights and fireflies. I wonder where he lives.
Soon as I turned back from the door, someone came knocking once again.
Did he forget something?
I was about to open the door, but then the banging became more aggressive and loud.
No, this isn't Jameson. Who is this?
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Well, knives are better than forks, you know.
I slowly went to the front door and opened it. But I see no one.
What game do you want to play? Hide and seek?
Suddenly, I heard a doorbell from the back door.
I ran immediately in that direction and saw a silhouette at the window. It's a silhouette of a hooded man.
What are you up to? Dumbass.
I opened the back door and saw nothing again. I went outside and glanced around the area.
This man wants to play a game, then I'll play with him.
"Come out, come out whoever and wherever you are!" I screamed all over the place.
I held a tight grip on my knife and started searching for that dumbass.
I spotted him in a corner, standing still, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive. He is approximately six feet tall, wearing a black hoodie and jeans.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"Hahaha! Don't you know me?"
Who's this guy?
He walked boastfully towards me and bent over while chewing gum.
He looks like my dad.
"I'm your stepbrother." He said in a deep tone with a scent of bubble gum.
"What are you doing here? And why were you banging the doors loudly?" I  asked him coldly.
"I'm just here to deliver you this. It's from our good father. As for the banging of the door, I never knocked. I used the doorbell in this door."
He gave me a small black box, and it was heavy.
"What's this?"
"See for yourself."
I opened the black box and saw a gun. No, it isn't a toy gun but a real gun! I closed it immediately and handed it back to the dumbass.
"I don't need this," I told him.
"Oh really? Then why are you holding a knife over there? Don't you want a gun?"
"What will I do with that?"
"What else? For self-defense or-" He stopped for a while.
"For murder." He continued.
"I'm not a murderer."
He smirked at me and shook his head.
"Don't you lie there, my dear sister. I know what you did to your aunt Melinda."
"Do you think I can kill that woman? She killed herself."
"You're exactly like your mom. You're both crazy." He said while mocking a crazy person, sticking his tongue out.
This guy is drunk.
"Anyway, dad told me to give this to you. If you don't want it, you can just throw it. And that knife, better not use that to stab me if I turn away from you."
He dropped the box and smirked at me for the last time, then turned away.
I picked up the box and went back inside the mansion.
I was about to go inside my room when I heard a loud banging from the front door again.
I remembered what the dumbass said. He never knocked and just used the doorbell.
Now, who's this person again?
People better leave me alone, or I'll make them leave this world.
I grabbed the gun from the box and returned the knife I had been holding a while back to the kitchen.
Immediately, I placed the gun inside the pockets of my white dainty pajama dress.
I guess it would turn red later, however.
I approached the front door and opened it. There, I saw a man with a cap, blue jeans, and a blue polo. He doesn't look like he is harmful, unlike the dumbass a while back.
He stared at me for a minute and smiled.
"Hey kid, is Melinda here?"
Poor man, he probably is Melinda's boyfriend. If that woman has a lover.
"Uhm, don't you know? She's dead days ago." I told him softly and sweetly.
I plastered a smile even though it was fake. Let's keep this sweet kid act for a while.
The smile on his face vanished, and it was replaced with a smirk. His face showed a hint of anger.
"So, you're that kid?" He asked in a very stern demeanor.
"What kid? I'm Melinda's niece. My name is Bella. Don't you wanna come inside my happy home?" I approached him in the most polite way I could.
I opened the door for him, and he went inside. He scanned the mansion and looked back at me.
"What did you do to Melinda? What did you do to her!" He screamed started shaking me while holding both of my shoulders.
"I never did anything to her. I think you two are close, so don't you know how she tried to kill me? How she tried to poison her own niece?" I babbled carefully.
"Hah? Don't you know what your mother tried to do to her before? Your  retard mom murdered their family, and it was not given justice!"
"My mom's fault isn't my fault, mister. I don't know what you're talking about, so if you don't have anything relevant to tell me, better leave."
He stopped for a second and laughed. His laughter lasted for a minute or two.
"Stop lying, kid. Melinda told me that you are capable of killing like your mom. You are a sociopath!"
"Does she have proof? Did she see me murder anyone? The police said that her death was a form of suicide because of her carelessness. She tried to kill me first! Don't you understand that?!" I exclaimed. This man is getting into my nerves, and he won't listen!
His hands were pulling something in his pocket, and I immediately ran upstairs as I realized it was a pocket knife.
I locked my room and hid inside my cabinet.
My bad, it's a wrong move. I shouldn't have hidden here.
I just stayed silent inside the cabinet and held tightly on the gun inside my pajamas.
This is how we end the night, huh?
A bloody night?
I heard his footsteps creeping towards my room and started banging the door.
I shouldn't have locked the door. I'm getting suffocated inside this cabinet.
I'll give him what he wants.
Five minutes have passed, and he opened the door already, finally.
"Hey kid, where are you? Under the bed? Are you in the bathroom? Or inside that cabinet?"
Find me.
"You won't say anything? This time will be the last time you can use your mouth, so better say your last words."
He opened the cabinet and smiled widely as he saw me sitting inside it.
Smile as much as you can, dumbass number two. You won't be able to smile tomorrow already.
He lifted his hands, and I grabbed the gun and aimed for those hands. Eventually, he dropped the pocket knife and screamed in pain.
I ran outside and closed all the lights in the mansion with just a snap. After, I immediately went to the stairs and waited for him to arrive.
Catch me if you can.
He was still screaming in pain, and I could hear him approaching already.
"I can't see anything! Where are you!"
I felt that he was beside me already, so I pushed him with all my might.
I couldn't see him, but I heard his body bump and roll into the stairs while executing sounds of pain.
When I didn't hear anything already, I opened the lights and saw him bleeding on the floor with his skull almost crushed.
"Oops, my bad." I whispered.
I never thought the stairs were so long. Long enough for someone to die.
I went down and looked at his dead, bleeding body.
"You and Melinda are now together in torment. I hope you have a good sleep tonight, mister."
I touched the blood from his head and rubbed some of it in my white pajamas.
Blood smells really good.
Ah, what a bloody night after all.
Should I call the cops? It's already late, I must wait till the morning comes.
I lied down beside the corpse and fell asleep immediately.
...
I woke up and saw cops all over the place.
I'm now on the sofa of the living room, and the corpse is already gone too.
The cops probably placed me here when they found me beside the dead body.
"Hey, Bella, are you okay? What happened last night?" 
Jameson? What is he doing here?
"Uh, what are you doing here?"
He looks so worried about me, like he is about to cry.
"I was in your garden awhile back, then I found a black rose. I thought you'd like it, so I decided to give it to you. As I approached the mansion, I saw that the front door wasn't locked, and I got nervous because it was very unusual. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside, then I saw you lying on the floor full of blood with a dead body." He explained nervously.
So he called the cops.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm totally fine."
"But, what happened last night?"
I was about to utter a word, but a fat policeman went in our direction.
"Nice to meet you again, miss Belladonna. I just have a few questions for you again. You must be traumatized with everything that's happening right now."
"Sure, I'll answer whatever questions you have for me. But, can I take a bath first?"