A Bad Girl's Guide to Murder [AGGGTM]

Flash Foreward

She couldn't believe it. She refused to.

She was just like her. In so many ways. From the eyes to the eagerness, she was practically a rencarnation of the girl her dead past-self. The dead self that knocked on the scum family's door, hoping to get an interveiw for a school project. Not a care in the world, not knowing how much it would lead to.

The image flashed in her mind, bright and bold. The eerie, sad, lonely house on that street, tagged and damaged without a point of repair. Catching sight of herself, the same mature green eyes and deep brunnette hair she saw in the today, blurrily upside-down in the mirror placed on her desk. The image of herself blurred with the image of that girl.

This small, kinky little girl from her hometown, interveiwing her about it. 

It was all she bothered to call the murder scene, if she ever did speak about it. They never did, she and Ravi. Even when Bee was sound asleep, in the dead of night when they could think of nothing else, they still called the overwhelming event it.

But it was long ago. They no longer thought about it. Any of it brought to the surface was drowned back down with an ask for help on homework or an crazy made-up scenerio about work. But now, laying here on her bed, it came back.

The gloves, drugs, socks, shoes, the visit to McDonalds, keeping her head low from the camaras as she swiped her card, the trauma, and the sad isolation two hours from her home. Everythign about it was horrible, talking about it was no exception. And the worst part is her voice cracked when talking about it.

No matter how hard she plastered on her smile, no matter how hard she tried to not squirm, she felt caught. The judgemental green eyes, stirring up from the shoddy recorder. For a small second, she wondered if that's how people felt when she talked to them, from both then and now.

Reality had slowly muted any sense of feeling in that moment. Her jade green eyes stayed on the celing, only the faint suprise. Had she found out? Would she find out? The blankness of the roof was her only comfort in the dimly lit room, on that king-sized bed. Soon, nothing other than shame and fear came and went in those dull minutes.

The gut-wrenching feeling came back, and she swallowed her saliva, which seemed to coat her beating heart. Her little, un-innocent, muderer heart.