Suicidal Robot | Poppy (Sequel of Honest)

Debby's POV

Poppy and I are now sitting inside a small ice cream shop due to Poppy's own request.

Poppy chose to get strawberry ice cream in a bowl with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and gummy bears for toppings. I got vanilla with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.

Poppy had that same smile on her face as she happily scooped up her ice cream and placed it on her tongue.

"Thank you for taking me here," Poppy said rather shyly. My lips curled up.

"You're very welcome."

In the corner of the shop was a girl with dark hair wearing a gray sweatshirt and a pair of denim shorts. She waved to Poppy and gave a smile.

Poppy sort of stared at the girl for a few seconds, no emotion shown on her face. She slightly waved and resumed eating her ice cream.

I glared at the girl in the corner, but she was facing her notebook, tapping the end of her pen on the table and muttering to herself.

I ignored this girl's odd behavior, assuming she might have just been a fan of Poppy.

I didn't, however, ignore the fact that Poppy gave her a blank stare like she was thinking of a negative thought.

"Poppy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Poppy is fine," she replied almost immediately, adopting a harsh tone.

"Poppy. You can tell me."

"Poppy just remembered something."

"What did you remember?"

"A thought. Poppy does not wish to further explain."

"Why not?"

"He told me she is bad," her eyes widened and both of her hands shot up to cover mouth.

I raised my eyebrows. "Poppy... Do you know something?"

Poppy shook her head.

"Why won't you tell me?" I questioned her.

Poppy's hands dropped. "It's nothing."

"Who is she?"

"Poppy did not mean to say that."

"But you did. So tell me, who is she?"

Poppy's finger shakily rose and pointed to the girl in the corner.

"You know her?"

Poppy nodded.

"That's all Poppy is telling you."

I nodded, knowing I can't get anything more out of her. And I didn't want to break the happy mood Poppy had entirely.

"So. You enjoying your ice cream?" I asked. Poppy nodded, keeping her head low. "I'm sorry I was being so harsh," I apologized.

"It's okay," she took a small bite of her ice cream."

"Well. I was thinking when we get home we can paint nail and do makeovers or something."

Poppy perked up. "Really?"

"Yes," I smiled. And that happy, bubbly girl was back.

***

Poppy giggled as the bristles of the nail polish brush tickled her finger. "It tickles!"

"Sorry," I got one of the cotton balls and poured some nail polish remover on it. I rubbed the excess pink sparkly nail polish off of her finger.

As I finished painting all of her nails, I heard a knock at the door. "Stay right here," I instructed and headed downstairs to the door.

"Is Moriah Pereira currently in this residence?" the police officer asked as soon as I opened the door.

A tight feeling rose in my chest. "Uh. Yes," I nodded, my body feeling slightly shaky. It was so different to refer to Poppy and Moriah as the same person.

"We found this box with a note attached that is addressed to her. It was found in Corey Mixter's home," he handed the box to me. "We read over the note, and it seemed very personal. So we wanted to give it to her."

I nodded. "I'll make sure I get it to her."

"Thank you," he walked off. I slowly shut the door. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. I opened up the box and scanned the note.

Dear Poppy/Moriah,

If you've found this note, I want you to think about this picture and this bracelet. Make you think of something? It should.

Only you can save yourself.

-Titanic Sinclair/Corey