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"We're all gathered here today to mourn the death of our beloved student and prom king, Noah Pearls." The headmaster announced.
"I have Mariana Mires here, she would love to say a few things."
The headmaster gestured me to go on stage, I did so. I lowered the microphone to my height and took a deep breath.
"The years I spent with Noah in my life were filled with excitement and adventure. He showed up for life in the biggest way possible. From the moment he shared his cookie with me on the first day of kindergarten, I knew we would never leave each other."
'Till death due us part' it's an extraordinary line, said by many. Although, most people don't mean it, Noah did. His death had us part ways, and mine? Well he would still love me no matter what.
I took the promise ring he had gave me when we first got together in my backpack before walking out of the gym and to my classroom.
I had been murdering for money ever since I found out my father had fallen ill a couple years back. I've ruined a total of 56 lives, and each one had made me learn from my mistakes, I've talked to the police two times in the total of three years I had been killing people.
My father doesn't know about my little 'hobby' if he did, I think he would have a heart attack. My father is a nice man, he loves gardening and I couldn't imagine my life without him. But his hospital bills were high, $206,300.
My father was poor, my mother had left us when I was about 3 years old, and that led him to lock himself in his room for years until I turned 8. He finally started to open up to me, we talked all the time, until I had found out that he had only been spending time with me because he was diagnosed with lung cancer and wanted to spend every moment with me.
He had to quit his job, he worked at a small fast food shop in town and I worked at the gas station next to it, together we made barely enough money to feed us and pay bills. $13 an hour wasn't much but it helped my father.
I had started my 'hobby' when I was 13, my first one was a complete accident, I didn't mean to kill her. She had given me my paycheck and then she asked if i would want to come home with her for an extra $200.
I went to her house and thats when a man showed up, she had taken me to her home so that she could sell me off to a man.
I was sold off for $10,000, only $10,000. The man had called my father and told him he was holding me up for ransom, $30,000 was needed to get me back, and without hesitation, my father took 30,000 out of his savings for my college fee and gave it to him without hesitation.
The man let me go, I was back with my father and that lady who had sold me off was still the boss at the gas station. I went to the gas station, seven minutes before closing, fully masked, gloves on, and a knife in my hand.
I murdered her. Twenty-seven stab wounds in her back. I had left the building, and thats one of the two times I had been suspected for murder, because the murderer had a similar body type, and I had accidentally left a drop of my blood on the bathroom sink.
After that, I knew we would be broke, we spent the only money we had, and it was my fault. That's when I had an idea. I opened my laptop and turned on private mode before searching through sites. I clicked on one called "Hitman's pay". I scrolled through before searching for people in my area who were wanted dead.
Kathy smith. A girl who lived down the street, 15 years old. I accepted the task and the next day I had gone down to her house, I knocked on the door before talking to her.
"Hey, I'm Mariana, I just saw you a while ago and thought you would be cool to talk to, I live down the street, wanna be friends?"
I said before she smiled, "Yes! I'm Kathy, I just moved here 2 weeks ago."
She invited me in and we talked for a while in her room, she went to the bathroom after a while and as she did it unlocked the windows to her room.
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The next day, around midnight I snuck into her house with a note and rope in my hand, I was quiet and made sure she was asleep.
I tied the rope into a noose and wrapped it around her neck before taking her canopy off and waking her up.
"Stand up." I said before she whimpered and stood up. "Stand on the chair." I said. She stood on the chair before I grabbed the end of the rope and tied it to the hook from the canopy.
I grabbed a knife from her desk and cut lines in her wrists, so it would seem like a suicide death.
She cried and winced at every mark I had cut in her body. 12 cuts were left before I put the knife in my pocket and removed the chair from where she was standing.
I left the note under her and opened the window and jumped through it, shutting it behind me.
I washed the knife from her blood when I got inside and put it in my room, in my dresser.
