Monica's p.o.v
Taylor and Sarah are crying in the bathroom. I sigh and pick myself off the bed and walk into the room to find Jeff on the floor. Dead.
His hair looks lighter than normal. So does his skin. I step forward and knell down on one knee. I start to study his face.
"He isn't dead." I said staring at Taylor and Sarah with blank eyes.
"What? He isn't breathing though!" Taylor said as a tear fell down into her hands.
"WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE KILLERS NOT PEOPLE WHO ARE SCARED AND AFRAID OF EVERY GOD DAMN THING OK." I said screaming. I was obviously mad and let it all out on them. I felt bad so I left and went outside.
I may be little but I'm a fire ball lit and ready to be thrown.
I needed to kill. Its the only way my anger could be solved. The only problem was that there is not one person I could kill here. Then an idea popped into my head.
