"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
I'll tell you about how I got to the basement in a second. To know why I was there, I need to take you back a few hours. . .
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In memoriam
Wesley Adam Prescott Omar Ansh Patel Miranda Dawson Karina Fuentes
I shuddered as I walked by the memorial bleacher in the park.
"Sad, isn't it?" A stranger talked out loud.
"It's tragic," I entertained her.
She mumbled a prayer and then walked away, pushing her baby in their stroller.
It wasn't a particularly sunny and hot day in Nevada, but I needed to go for a jog to clear my head.
I hadn't heard from Wilson in a few hours, he said he was going to catch up with Damian. I tried telling him to stay away from our close friends and loved ones as there was a [another] killer out there. He wouldn't listen, claiming there was "nothing to worry about."
I sprinted down the path until I neared the pond.
Doubled over, I held my stomach. My baby didn't seem to like the rigorous activity too much.
A girl appeared on the grass, standing over the water. Her dark brown hair blew in a gust of wind.
From the back, I could tell who she was.
"Malena," I whispered, walking up on her.
She let my hand stay softly on her shoulder.
Karina's little sister just sniffled.
It was hard to face the sister of the girl I just killed, but she was my friend too. We were both grieving.
"How are you holding up?" I asked, tucking some hair behind her right ear.
She hardly looked up at me.
"I know, dumb question, right?" I talked gently. "When my parents died, everyone asked if I was okay. Like, of course I wasn't fucking okay. It hurts, and you're allowed to take as much time as you need to process it. I normally wouldn't say this, but I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" She asked in a bark. "You didn't kill her."
I laughed in my head at that. If only she knew...
Except, I hard to say that line, too.
"I can't believe she's gone. The worst part is, as much as I want to, I can't bring her back. She was all I had," Malena sobbed.
I felt what she felt, it was all too familiar.
Part of me almost felt annoyed she was even venting to me of all people about it. When my parents died, I couldn't tell anyone I felt bad or that I regretted it. No one would hear me out, I killed them. Malena was innocent in this, but her grieving almost made me jealous. And still, I gave her a shoulder to cry on, but only because I knew what it was like to have no one.
