[ Jameson's Point of View ]
I've never thought I would experience this kind of stupefying event ever in my life.
Bella, she's been the first person I considered a friend - aside from my sister.
I told her I would do anything to help her out. She's been experiencing a lot of traumatic and agonizing situations at a young age.
One day, she asked for help from me. I was so happy because I could at least prove myself worthy of a friend.
I'm a techy person. I can hack some websites and get information that isn't supposed to be revealed.
Bella asked for help from me to gather information about Fatima, her stepmother. I just followed her because I didn't have any idea about what was up in her sleeves.
After that, she told me to watch and record the maltreatment of her parents, but I never thought it would be and end horribly.
I've seen everything. I don't know what to do at that moment because many things are going inside my head.
I pity her. I pity her so much because her life is dark and dull, but I never thought she would go this far.
I only wanted to help her. I only wanted to be her friend, but why do I feel so tied to her?
I remember at their library in the mansion, I asked her if she was happy. At that time, I already knew she was not normal like any other human being.
I knew she was a psychopath.
My suspicions began during the first time I met her in the garden. I saw her picking wolfsbanes. I knew those plants were very perilous and poisonous, and I thought of warning her. My words are already at the tip of my tongue, but every time I see her eyes, those words seem to be stuck.
Those eyes of her are so beautiful. Beautiful but sad. They reflect melancholy.
The next day, I heard her aunt died because of poison. Yes, I suspected her that time, but a child wouldn't do that. There's also proof that her aunt did drink the wine and attempted to kill Bella. Those suspicions vanished the time I asked her about that case. Of course, I believed everything she said.
But now, I don't know what to believe anymore.
I'm not that terrified because I've seen a lot of scenes like this, or worse, but I can't think well. I was greatly dumbfounded.
I don't know whether I would stop recording or not, or would I just end the call and leave her behind, but I didn't. I continued to record everything, every single detail of that horrific incident.
It all ended with a gunshot or two. The lady, Fatima, shot her husband straight to his chest. Minutes later, she cried, apologized, and shot herself.
Very very devastating.
Then Bella came into the room. Her eyes are so different. It's very scary.
She told me to cut the scenes in the recorded video when she was forced to sell her body and when the couple was killing each other.
I didn't know what came into me, but I didn't have any second thoughts and just followed her again.
I promised her that I would prove myself worthy of her trust.
Am I doing the right thing? I don't know. All I am thinking right now is Bella.
...
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
After an hour of cleaning possible breadcrumbs of myself from the scene, I called the police.
I told the police that Fatima forced me to sell my body and that Jackson was against it. That resulted in a fight between the two until it became great chaos, eventually killed each other.
The police believed every single thing I said again. Well, I wasn't responsible for the killings anyway. They killed each other.
I told them that Jameson recorded the scene for further evidence, and he witnessed everything because I face-timed him that night.
Of course, I told Jameson to just show the part where I was assaulted and when Fatima and Jackson were killing each other.
Jameson, he really thought I would see him as my friend.
I also showed them the broken cameras I found in my room. In that way, they won't suspect me.
They called it a night and didn't investigate the case thoroughly already since I presented a bunch of evidence. They brought the corpses with them and told me they would come back tomorrow morning to further talk about the case.
This night is very dreadful but somehow fulfilling.
I will definitely have the best sleep tonight.
...
"Bella, are you awake now?"
I slightly opened my eyes, seeing Jameson sitting next to my bed while watching me.
The police probably called him here to also ask him.
I stretched up and sat down.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Well, I want to make sure if you're doing alright."
"I'm good. I actually feel very extravagant." I replied.
Right now, he looks so confused, like he doesn't know what to do anymore.
"Are you afraid of me?" I asked him again.
"No, I'm not scared of you. But Bella, you can't keep doing this. Yes, you didn't kill them, but you provoked them to kill each other." He whispered worriedly.
"Shh, don't be scared. Just be by my side always, okay? Don't leave me. I've never had someone in my life who's given me attention and worth as much as you did." I responded and hugged him.
But if you turn your back against me, I have no choice but to get rid of you too.
"Yes, I'll never leave you. Let's just live a normal life, okay, Bella? You can live with me and my grandmother as long as you want, no one will harm you there. Please stop being violent already, I understand you had a lot of traumatizing experiences, but I will help you. I will help you with everything I can."
"Promise me that."
"I promise."
Don't leave me, Jameson.
...
[ Jameson's Point of View ]
After that day, Bella chose to live with my grandmother and me. Nobody was bothering her anymore, and I could see that she was trying to live a normal life.
She loves reading books so much. The only time I see colors and diamonds in her eyes is when she reads.
We entered the same school in elementary and never left each other's sides. We went to school together, went home together, did our homework together, we almost did everything together.
I'm happy every time I'm with her.
I couldn't tell if she's also happy with her life with grandma and me, but I know that she's trying.
I want her to be happy and be free from the dark past that is pulling her to move forward. I will never leave her until she finally gains the love and happiness she deserves.
...
Five years later
"Breaking news. A student committed suicide in Sewol National High School because of bullying. This is not the first report of bullying and suicide in this school. Teachers and students are encouraged to be aware of the surroundings and educate each other about this serious issue."
"Bella, that's your classmate, right?" A young, good-looking guy who's probably fourteen years old said while watching the news.
"Yeah. Poor kid." The lass beside him replied.
"It's just the start of our middle school, and a lot of things are already happening. Don't you think we should transfer schools already?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. Transferring schools won't be the solution if you try to run away from bullies. There are bullies literally everywhere."
"Yeah, you're right. Bella, you always need to be careful. I'm not always there to protect you."
"You know I can handle myself."
"That's my girl."
"My girl? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. I said, that's my grill! Let's eat barbeque; come on!"
The young boy and girl ran to the grilling area in their backyard and started grilling meat.
Smoke filled the place, and they both smelled like grilled steak and hotdogs.
"Bella, are you happy?" The young guy asked hesitantly.
"No. I told you, I can't feel emotions." 
"Then, what do you feel when you're with me?"
The young girl stared at the guy and smirked at him. She stood up and went beside the guy to help him grill the remaining barbeque.
"I don't exactly feel anything when I'm with you. Maybe there is, but I can't explain it." She replied.
"Okay. I'm glad."
"Why?"
"Because you're slowly starting to develop emotions."
"I told you, I - "
"Yes, you can't feel them for now, but one day, I would make you feel those emotions." The guy shyly responded.
"Like what emotions?"
"Happiness and love, specifically."
The young girl just stared at the guy whose face was now covered with smoke.
The guy looked back at her, and they stared at each other's eyes for quite a while.
"Bella, you're beautiful. Your eyes are so beautiful. They're so captivating."
"I know."
"Yeah, of course, you do."
He diverted his gaze and flipped the barbeques in the other side.
"Do you possibly like me, Jameson?" The girl asked flatly.
Jameson looked at her and smiled, then looked back at the barbeques again.
"You're so slow, Bella. I've been interested in you since we were kids." He replied with his face blushing.
"No, you won't like a psychopath like me."
"Well, guess I just did."
Jameson faced Bella and started to place his palms in her face. He moved his face closer to her, and the tips of their noses touched each other. Their faces are as red as apples.
"Can't you feel anything, Bella?" He spoke tenderly.