Gwen and i walked elbowed interlocked once school had opened up,
I had protested on even attending,
but no kills in two weeks doesn't give much reasoning.
Though the fact that the killer was still loose should've been enough.
Even so, I did return to school.
The lockers of the deceased were decorated with flowers,
how sweet.
They didn't do that for me.
Damn it I did it again,
got selfish.
Oh,
speaking of selfish.
The queen of selfish-ness was killed next,
the 9th victim.
Cleo DeSilva.
Cleo was no less tortures than the rest,
Organs fallen out,
blood splattered except,
Cleo's hair had been torn out from her head and delivered to each family friends of the DeSilvas,
Meaning I got a clump of cleos blodied hair in my mailbox.
It wasn't as terrifying as you'd think,
i'd begin to think Cleo's death was the beginning of less violence but I was wrong.
Cleo's death was a mark of something,
just not less violence.
She was the mark of the 9th killed, the day before the 18th.
The age that killer would soon be.
