I was in home room , Mr. Colin's was talking about the new assignment when the student news CNN, came on, they were talking about Ebola , what else is new when the screen went black than to colors , than to a video. It was a video of me, stabbing Evan in the back over and over again. In the woods. Deep in the woods. All eyes were on me.
"Ms. Dilarentis?" The teacher asked
"I-i, i." was all that could come out. I quickly jumped out of my seat barely touching the floor as I ran. How could this happen. Some one is blaming this on me. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was at an intersection in the hallway. The hallways were empty expect for me and the figure. Holding yet another knife at the end of the hallway. Than Rylie came at another part of the intersection . What?
"Alison? You are suppost to be in class , No?" She said
"Ry-Rylie?" I whimperd
"It's not good to mumble." she said
Right than Mr. Colin's came out of the room, I looked at him, looked back and they were both gone.
"Alison , please go to the office your parents are here."
"My parents?"
"Yes."
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I walked into the office,there were my parents.
"Sweetie." my mom said tearing up.
"We have to go to the hospital."my dad said tearing up also
"What happened?!"i asked impatiently
"You'll see in a minute." they said in unison
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We arrived at the hospital. What I saw made me throw up. And I did. After I got cleaned up I balled my eyes out as I sat on the hospital bed of my dead big brother. We never even really connected.But it's too late now because he's dead.
We arrived at my home. I went up to my room, and my parents stayed downstairs. I stepped into my room and screamed. My parents ran upstairs noticing why I screamed . My room was teared to shreds. Pictures of me and Evan on the floor. My face was scribbled on and crossed out and Evans eyes x-ed out. And pictures of someone stabbing my brother Michal were hung on the walls everywhere .
My parents called the cops confirming now my brothers death was a murder. And the case on Evan still wide open. We got new locks on our doors. Like that will help. I just can't believe all this happened in three weeks.
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Mystère / Thriller16 year old Alison , where do I start? She was treated like a doormat. Sure she said welcome on the front , but on the inside , people filled her with whatever was on the bottom of their shoes. Alison had no friends, no life , only when people neede...
