Chapter 22

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Miranda's POV
I wake up and before u do anything I begin to think, thank god It was all a nightmare, well that's how I begin to think, I look on the left wall of my room and the window is gone, all there is, is concrete. I begin to think that maybe it was just an adjustment or something until I notice the black rose on my dresser. I jump off my bed and begin to breath hard, harder than ever, how the fuck is this happening, what did I dream was it even a dream? I unlock the door and rush out of my room, I go down the stairs, I'm pushed back with a loud gasp.
I can't get my head strait of what I'm seeing. All I see is Jaycee on the couch with her eyes open, her arms are both cut and there is a knife on the floor. I can't think of anything else but to scream, I begin to scream off of the top of my lungs. I finally hear footsteps coming from the second floor.
" What the fuck is....... " that's all Matt says.
Before we can both speak everyone is at the stairs either screaming crying but mostly shocked and still. How, why, who, when, all these thoughts are running through my head. Did she kill herself, or was she killed, but if someone did kill her, who?
" How, how did this even happen." Paige finally speaks.
" guys lets all just go upstairs, we need to think this through, we shouldn't be looking at this, says Ethan."
No one answers but everyone listens to him, we all head to matts room and we all take a seat. All that pops up in my head is the image of the knife on the floor.

( since I didn't update for awhile, I double updated, I will try to update at least once a day.)

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