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Angel Shedding Tears for the Damned

The eerie sound of a single drop of water falling every three seconds made Perrie open her eyes. She was about to raise her hand to rub her eyes to eliminate the rheum that dried up in the corner of her eyes. She was unhappy that she couldn't lift her hands above her waist. The tiredness she felt a few seconds ago disappeared when she looked at her surroundings with a not-so-clear consciousness. Where is she? This is not her home or somewhere familiar. She glances down to her knees to find she is tied to a chair. Her arms, too, were tired of the components of the chair.

She gulps as she looks around the room. A dying-out light a few yards away from her made her stomach uneasy. She shook her hand, hoping the rope was not tied tightly around her hand. Her hope dropped when the burning sensation returned to her wrist. She let it go and rested on the chair, but that is when the clicking of someone's heels began to twist her mind.

"Don't worry, baby. You don't think you can leave. Tsk tsk. Honey, you were part of the problem. Why didn't you help her? Why did you run?"

That is when a silhouette of a woman came to view. She stood before me, holding onto a cane as she shook her.

"I didn't run! I couldn't help! My hands were tied."

"Aww, baby, your hands weren't tied if you were driving. You could have stopped. You could have let it go."

"I didn't do it."

"But you think you did do it. Why else would you feel guilty about the death of Elle Marques? She died from someone recklessly driving by a restaurant. Sounds familiar? I wonder where your hummer went? Did Daddy get rid of it for his little Princess? Making sure nothing was to ruin his image?" The lady pressed her cane against Perrie's neck as she walked closer to her.

"I didn't kill her."

"That's not what I think." Perrie gazes up at the silhouette before swallowing hard against the cane.

"Aaron died by you. You bitch!" Perrie seethes as she spits to the floor in front of the woman.

That is the only thing that seemed reasonable. The photographer is a woman. Why else would a guy hook up with a buff gym rat like Aaron to kill him afterward? No man in the world would change his ideal sexual relations. He was missing a finger and part of his inner teeth, but nothing too serious was changed about him. He wasn't burned to death or chopped up to pieces. Someone wanted his other friends to see and suffer.

"I didn't kill them. You did."

Looking back down at her hands, she found a silenced pistol. Her breathing labored as she threw the gun away from her. She heard it clatter against the floor; she looked back at the woman.

"A tainted angel, shedding tears for the damned. You need to admit it."

"You killed them."

Perrie screamed when she saw the picture of herself pinned by a knife on a bulletin board-written in blood with the words, next, beside them. She shook her head as she watched the walls slowly close against her. Bodies of her friends dropped beside her. The pistol she disclosed earlier was back in her hands-glued to her hands. One bullet left. One less horrible person in this world. She gazed back at the silhouette to find the camera with a flash on.

"Nighty-night, Sleepy Beauty."

A single bang was heard, and Perrie fell sideways. She was drifting away from both the dream and reality. Purely frightened of who else saw her. Who else knows what she did?

"Perrie?"

A hand wrapped against her back, prompting her to jolt away from it. She shook her head as she slowly looked up.