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“It couldn’t be,” Patricia grabbed the paper I was holding. They were all speechless. As she scanned the paper, I know she refused to believe what Ian was thinking – that Sid did not commit suicide.

Patricia confronted Ian, trying not to show she was on the verge of crying. “Where on earth did you get the idea that my Sid would take his own life?” She was convincing him with her frightening glares.

Patricia sighed as she dropped the paper and left. Silence again filled the room.

Ian, of all the band members, was uncomfortable with Sid’s girlfriend. I knew what Ian feels especially when Patricia is bumming around with the band. It’s like some repelling charges are introduced every time they are together, yet Ian does not evidently show his antipathy towards her.

I picked the paper, desperate to look for more tell-tale parts in Sid’s letter.

I was about to read a suspicious handwriting, which doesn’t look like Sid’s, when my phone buzzed thrice, bearing a single message.

“Three stabs on the right chest, possibly made by a blunt knife, were observed. A large amount of blood was lost, could have been the reason why Sid arrived dead in the hospital.”

It was Patricia who texted us. She might have passed by the hospital after she left us for the medico legal, having that specific number and site of stabs that ended the life of the band’s vocalist.

In capital letters, Patricia sent us another message. “AND I AM SURE THAT IT’S NOT SUICIDE.”

Janus stepped back.

“What’s the problem, Janus?” Ian asked. Janus was shivering as he stared at me.

“You don’t know what the problem is? I thought you were Sid’s brother,” Janus replied all of a sudden.

“I’m thinking what you are thinking,” I uttered.

“I wish you thought so,” Janus answered.

“Don’t tell me that one of us really killed Sid. Impossible,” Glen asked.

It appeared that Patricia was trying to convince us that one of us killed her Sid.

Then it felt like someone whispered and pleaded me to say something just to end the story. But, as I was to open my mouth, I was controlled by my ego - some supernatural force that held me.

Glen patted my shoulder. He was again, trying to tell me something. This time, I wasn’t able to read his gray eyes. It was blank, as empty as our minds looking for an answer.

Was it, again, a suicide? Or someone killed him? If yes, who? And for what reason?

Janus was still looking at his phone, probably at Patricia’s last message. He still feels nervous; I see it in every drop of his sweat as he made a sound with his knuckles.

Even though Ian was Sid’s brother, it was Janus with whom Sid shared most of his time (before Patricia came later in college). They have been classmates for almost eleven years, way back when they were in nursery. That could have given him such agony for Sid’s loss.

After some moment of stillness, Glen asked me to hand her Sid’s paper. I was not aware that someone saw me hid it.

As I was handing it to him, Glen stood up and stretched his shirt, and he said, “I’m not sure, but I think I knew someone who could have likely killed Sid, and I have ways to prove it. He’s here.”

Abruptly, I sheered. “He? Who’s he?”

“Actually, ‘she’,” Janus responded.

“Megan?” Ian muttered.

“It’s you, Megan,” Janus lowered his voice.

Answer 1

“AND I AM SURE THAT IT’S NOT SUICIDE.”

Answer 2

There are alot of wording errors in your story.  Example: "I knew what Ian feels." It should read "I knew what Ian felt." Your using a lot of past tense words with present tense words in a single sentence. I know this doesnt answer your initial question, but it will help the flow of your story.