Decemeber Story-not yet titled. pt3

Stacey was waking up. It was bright outside, the sun shining right into her face. she reached to rub her eyes, still not awake. There was an odd tug on her finger. She rolled over trying to hide form the sun. BANG.

Stacey woke up screaming. She held the pillow close to her chest, trying to calm herself down. It was over. It was all over. Sophie had been dead for two days now and there's nothing she could do about it. She opened her cell phone to check the time. The screen flashed 'low battery' but alerted her to the fact that it was five am. "Five in the morning? I'm never up this early!" She said to herself. "And no text messages either." She got up to turn on the light, thinking that there was absolutely no way that she would be able to get back to sleep. Not now at least. She reached over to her laptop and got onto the apartment's free wifi. She checked facebook, and myspace, her blog, and email, and then she checked her friends' blogs. Two had mentioned that Sophie died. Most hadn't updated. She finally went to twitter and tweeted "going insane. apparently i killed my best friend." She sighed and sat back. She was just about to zone out again when there was a knock on her door.
"Miss Gallimore?" The man behind the door said.
Stacey got up and opened the door, not bothering to realize that she was still in her pajama boxer-shorts and her christmas "will flirt for gifts" red fitted tee. "Yes?"
"I'm Officer Maple, we met yesterday, and this is Detective Shorts." Stacey reached out to shake the woman's hand. She was taller than Stacey by about 6 inches, and had short, fire-red hair. "She wants to interview you concerning the death of your friend Sophia Lyte."
"Sure, yea. Come on in. It's not like I have any chairs or anything, I don't know what Officer Maples has told you, but I'm... well I was Sophia's roommate. Officer Maples talked to the landlord here and is paying for me to stay here while my apartment is being investigated and cleaned up, so I just have a few essentials here."
"Thank you Miss..."
"Gallimore."
"Miss Gallimore. Officer Maples did actually tell me that you were Sophia's roommate." Detective shorts said as she entered the room and sat on the floor, situating her clipboard so she could easily take notes. Officer Maples entered behind her and went to stand by a wall.
"Detective Shorts wanted to speak to you personally, much like I questioned you yesterday. We understand that you had no intent to kill Sophia, we just want to know more about her. Is that alright?"
"Yea, that's great." Stacey said untruthfully. She really did not want to think about Sophia right now. She wanted to get together with other friends, maybe drink a little, and forget about this whole rather twisted death. Yes, Sophia was her best friend, but then she chose to put Stacey in this position.
"I am under the impression that you and Sophia were close?" Detective Shorts asked.
"She was my best friend. I was her best... normal friend."
"Normal friend?"
"She was really into the paranormal. Like telling the future and all that. So I think as far as friendships go, I was her closest. But she had several close friends that were into all of that paranormal stuff."
"You say she was into the paranormal? How so?"
"Well if you've been in the apartment you'll have no doubt seen the library she has--er, had. She was into all of it. Palmistry, tarot card reading, numerology, ruins, vampirism, spirit guides, extra-terrestrials, astral projection, wicca, astrology... it'd be easier to tell you what she wasn't into."
"And that is?"
"Anything orthodox Christianity... or orthodox religion really. She wasn't into buddhism or hinduism or islam or anything."
"Did she often talk about dying?"
"She talked about communicating with the dead. She said she wasn't very good at it but she could 'hear their whispers'."
"Did she talk of killing herself? Seem depressed? Say she had a reason to die?" Detective Shorts asked, scribbling on her notepad.
"No. She was more into trying to stay alive. Like longer than normal. She would always go on and on about how vampires living for all of eternity was awesome. She was never depressed... just... out there. You know?"
"Do you have any idea as to why she would have wanted to kill herself?"
"None whatsoever. She said earlier that tonight was her "night of new beginnings" according to her horoscope."
"Would that have cause her to kill herself?"
"I don't think so. She's into the paranormal... but I don't think she'd kill herself for the sake of her horoscope. She was also rather into extending her life."
"Did she act as though there was no time left the night before she died?"
"No. She was just living as usual. said she was going to call it an early night and go read more of her vampire books."
"Is that the last time you saw her?"
"Other than when she woke me up to the sound of a gunshot I supposably set off?"
"Yes. We'll come back to that."
"Then yes. I was studying for my calculus test that I was supposed to have taken. But of course since my roommate decided that she needed to be killed, my professor gave me an extension on the test."
"Can you explain when you saw her after that?"
"Sure. I was asleep in my room and my nose itched. So I reached up to scratch it and rubbed my eyes. an dI was certain that I felt my ring about to fall off of my finger, so I shoved it back onto my finger. Of course, now I know that the "ring" was really a string tied around my finger that she had put after I had gone to bed.