Well, I guess I'm here. I've been with Jace since we were 6. I can't make love with people because my kisses are toxic. I was a lab baby, which gave me crazy birth defects. It hurts because I can't have real love. I killed the last girl I kissed (yes, I'm a lesbian). I never let myself go for that. I've known Jace was a killer since he started killing, and I've stood right beside him, giving me six kills to my name now.
I never liked Eric—ew, yuck, gross—but I had to help Jace out after everything that happened. I have no hatred for Eric because Jace can't. Jace said he can only have love for him, even though he wants him dead. People might think Jace sees him as a bad guy, but I'm the only one who knows he truly doesn't.
You know what? Fuck all these murders, fuck all these people. I'm chopping my hair short and dying it red. I'm changing my style, wearing contacts. I want to be unrecognizable. Sometimes I think it's crazy that I'm hearing about all these murders, kills, and sad stories when I know who's doing it and why. But this is fun. I guess I'll let it play out. I'm not scared of jail; jail is scared of me. Everything sucks, but not as much as me falling for lac-...you know what, I'm not going there. I can't.
