YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I DO

11. murder on the dance floor.

It's been a week. A fucking week since Katerina had lost Elodie.

The others were clearly worried.

Anika slowly enters Katerinas room, seeing the girl who was slowly rotting away on her bed.

She sits on the edge of the bed, blinking at the girl who was laying down.

"I'm sorry."

"No," Katerina scoffs, "you aren't."

Anika blinks twice, slowly nodding as she presses her lips into a thin line.

"I really am, Katerina. I would say I know how you feel, but I can't imagine that. I can't imagine what you're going through currently."

"Nobody can."

"I'm sure some people can," she crosses her arms, "I'm really sorry, Kat."

The brunette slowly sits up, wiping away her tears, "it's okay."

Anika's gaze softens, "you need to eat. nothing will get better if you stay locked in here."

"Thank you," Katerina says softly.

She pats the other girl's knee before standing up, sharing one last smile and glance before leaving the room.

Katerina was alone again.

She groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose before sitting up and finally exiting Elodie's room.

Anika smiles once again.

"Tara— Tara made you cupcakes."

Katerina smiles back at her, dimples showing slightly, "Thank you."

Sam brings Katerina in for a hug, squeezing her tightly, refusing to let go until she does.

Quinn was in her room, talking to her father about what is assumed to be a recent hook up.

She was so fucking clueless.

The killer slowly entered the room, admiring the ginger beauty.

A quick stab to the gut and she was already screaming in pain.

Tara scrunches her nose, "Quinn and yet another hook up are back at it again."

Chad chuckles, biting into a cupcake.

Mindy's face scrunches up as she hears the noise.