He's My Lover

Killing

I was taken to the orphanage by the same cop who saved me. It took us a while to get me settled in, which I don't know how long since I can't tell time yet. Hopefully this is a good orphanage. I've heard of bad ones, like in the movie "Annie". Poor girl, who knows? Maybe I end up being "Annie".

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked the cop.

"I'll make sure to come visit you whenever I can."

"With Butch?"

"With Butch," he said messing up my hair and I responding with a smile.

Little did I know, it would be the last time that I see him. As for the next day, early morning, on the news, his son Butch, found him dead, in his bed. It was to see that the man who saved me was now dead and that Butch lost his father. I wonder if he has a mother. I wonder if Butch will ever ask his mom if he can come visit me.

A few nights later, two girls were found dead in the orphanage, with the murder weapon in my room.

I started when I woke up and saw a bloody knife laying on my floor and screamed. To be honest, seeing a bloody knife, just brought back the memories of that night. I screamed and started crying, sobbing by the time the head of the foster care came in. She saw the knife and held me tight. Everyone came rushing to room, gasping and whispering as they discovered the knife. Except two girls. Which was odd, cause they were the most ones.

The foster care lady went to check up on them and found them dead in their beds. The one girl had like 12 stab wounds and the other 15. Blood was spread all over their sheets. Blood every where against the walls. Me being curious, I wanted to see, but the faster care lady stopped me. She did what she had to do, call the police and ambulance. There was no sign of a break in. So they came to the conclusion that it was someone that was in the building. The answer also wasn't suicide cause the knife was found in my room. So the detectives had one ridiculous conclusion, I did it.

The foster care lady tried to talk them out of it saying that my parents had just died. Them doing their jobs asked how my parents died and I stupidly said,"We don't know, but when I woke up that night. I was holding knifes full of blood." It gave them more evidence that I did the crime. Strange enough they didn't find any of my DNA on the knife and I wasn't wearing gloves. The detectives still had a suspicion it was me

For the safety of everyone, all of our bedroom doors got locked. There would be times of where I'd find myself waking up on a different spot in the room. I was once in the shower. The foster care lady said I couldn't be sleep walking, since she didn't hear anything.

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