Mona Washington (OC), an 18-year-old high school student is obliged to find out who murdered her best friend Tarni McGavin, with a little help from friend's and someone special in particular. Will they solve the case?
Written on 26/04/2023
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Chapter 23: Tell That To My Tape Machine
Trigger Warning of Chapter Advised...
Five Years Ago...
Young Mona in a black Black Sabbath shirt and leather skinny pants followed by red sandshoes sits under a big bright blossomed tree which produces a lot of shade for Mona. She sits and sketches a beautiful, vibrant purple guitar with silver in the middle. She is focused as Mona listens to the Black Sabbath Paranoid. Not noticing, Katie walks up to her in a floral dress and curled hair. It looked like it would have been super bouncy if you threw something at it. She sits by Mona. Mona takes her headphones off and remains quiet and unsure of what she wants.
Katie sighs. "I wanted to apologize. About all that." Mona shrugs carelessly. "It's fine." Katie begins to shake her leg. "What are you doing there?" Mona begins to show her the drawing. "It's my dream Fender I want." Katie grins slightly. "That's cool. I wish I had something to dream about." Mona frowns. "Are you good at anything?" Katie shakes her head sadly. "No. I don't. I am just not good at anything. Everyone calls me a failure." Mona nods understandingly and begins to rub her back in comfort.
"I know how that feels." Katie turns to her in shock. "You do?" Mona grins as soft as a dim candle. "Yeah. My parents. They left me. Abandoned me. I don't know who they are or if I have any siblings. I always wished for a family who loved me. But I have my Aunt. So in the end, there is always something there that is good."
"I had no idea. Sorry to hear." Katie says apologetically. "My family. Ah.. I am an orphan see. I get adopted to different families. It's hard." Mona nods and asks in curiosity. "What happened to your real parents?" Katie doesn't respond and Mona takes note of her body language. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Katie takes in a breath. "It's fine. I just. All I can say is I wish I had someone who will be always by my side. A sister. A real friend." Mona smiles. "Well, if you ever need to talk or hang out, I am here okay?" Katie shrugs.
"But you have Tarni." Mona shakes her head and places her book down. "No. Don't be like that. I know Tarni can be much, but please... You're always welcome to hang with us." Katie's smile becomes a little stronger like hope had just hit her like a wave. "Thanks, Mona." Mona begins to scan her and notices heavy bruises on Katie's leg. Mona gazes at her worriedly. She begins to notice cuts on her arm. Mona tries to say something as Katie notices she is staring and quickly covers herself up with a school puffy red and white jacket with a crest NYC.
"I have a cat. He always scratches me. Plus, he's really cheeky and I keep tripping over." Mona frowns. She wasn't aware that Katie was suffering from domestic violence in her house hold. But all Mona could say was. "Take care of yourself." Katie nods as she leaves Mona heading toward a small, yellow car quietly.
