⫷ ℙ𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣; 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ⫸

Ch.1 - A trip to Wales

It was finally Your's and Emma's birthday. Your family wanted to do something special for your guys' birthday.

All of you were in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Hey, Y/n, come here." Your dad said, in a heavy British accent.

"Yes, father?" You said, getting up from your seat and walking over.

"I want you to have this." He said.

He handed you a moonstone necklace.

"Oh, thank you." You looked at it curiously.

"It was your great grandmother's, and we thought that you should have it."

"It's cool."

 That necklace was your favorite necklace of your grandmother's. Your grandma had gotten it from her husband. Your grandma passed first due to a heart attack and she was silently suffering from two other diseases. She was a very meek woman, loved by all. And what happened to your grandpa was a 'tragic accident', that was unfortunately caused by you. No one found out about that, not even Emma Bloom, your closest friend that happened to be your cousin. Even if someone did find out, you would just kill them, like what happened when you killed him.

— Flashback —

Your grandfather was looking after you because your parents had work. He had just finished setting up your dinner. You always acted like you cared for people, but in reality you didn't really care for them. They are all the same. You would always looked at the newspaper, a few times there would be killer reports. You would always study the reports, it interested you. You didn't get nauseous when you saw blood. You really did love it when there would be reports on a new dead person. You would always tried to find out the killer's motives. That was what you were reading on the sitting room's floor right now.

"Hey, Y/n! Your dinner is served." Your grandpa called you down.

"Ok." You said monotonously.

You got up from the sitting room's floor, and walked to the kitchen table.

"Hello Y/n, how was your day?" He said enthusiastically.

"Good." You said, again, monotonously.

"Oh, Really? What were you reading?"

"The news." You replied.

"Oh, I didn't expect someone as young as you to be reading that." Correct he was, you were 8 at this time.

"And, I didn't expect someone as old as you to be still alive." You replied, monotonously.

"Anyway, what was the news about?" He questioned

"Oh, the usual. Bunch of murderers." You explained, staring into his eyes.

"Ok...."

You didn't actually liked your grandfather all that much. You just liked to act like you do for your parents sake. You didn't like overly excited people that much, that's why you hate your grandpa. And, you just didn't like people that much either.

After dinner is over, he grabbed both your plates and placed them in the sink.

He walked over to the bookshelf that was close to the fireplace, and glanced through the spines' on the books names. Once he spotted the perfect one, he took it out of the shelf and sat down on the couch.

He began to read the book.

He was finishing the first chapter until...

He heard someone humming to the tone of London Bridge.

He turned his head.

 Only to be met with you holding a knife to his forehead.

The point of your knife was just an inch above his forehead.

He screamed.

You put your hand on his mouth.

***"Who keeps his tongue, keeps his friends, but we are not."***

 You said before ending his life.

You thought that no one would saw, but you were quite wrong.

The neighbor saw it.

"Oh, bloody hell." You said.

You killed your neighbor too.

No one else saw.

In your backyard, you dug up a giant hole to bury the bodies.

When your parents asked where your grandfather went, you lied and said that he had to leave.

You got away with two murders.

— End Flashback —

"Hey, you ok?" Emma asked. "You spaced out!"

"Yeah, I'm ok." You said.

—+++ mini time-skip ++—

(Y/n p.o.v)

My dad went to the store to go get a few things.

He then walked in the door with three bags.

"Oh, girls!" He said.

"Yes?" Me and Emma said.

"I got you one more gift."

He gave us an envelope.

We opened it at the same time.

It was a train ticket to Wales.

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***Who keeps his tongue, keeps his friends is an irish quote