I sit at the table watching the silver blade that Kade had given me tap against the plate that lay in front of me. Mom and Dad died long ago. Alex moved away. He couldn't handle what we were doing. The long blue strands of my hair touch the plate that was my mother's.
Kade had thought about killing them, my parents. He didn't have to. When we came home from that day I like to call our anniversary, we had found them dead. Dad had a pistol in his hand and a bullet hole in his head. Mom had a hole in her chest. Blood surrounded the sad remainders of their bodies. I thought it was sad how they couldn't stop fighting each other, but couldn't stand live apart from each other. Dad had taken his life after he had taken Mom's. We went to the police. I told them about the bodies in the shack, how Dad had done it, felt bad, then taken my mom's life and then his.
Kade smiles at me. "What did you think of the last victim?" he asks, and I smile.
"I thought she deserved it," I laugh coldly, biting back tears, for I know he's talking about me.
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Lot 4, Block 2
Teen FictionA girl who struggles with anxiety comes across a mystery in the woods. Soon she finds out she's in deeper than she thinks. (TW: Death and Suicide)
