Dusk And Dawn (TEGSA)

Chapter 6: Smells like teen spirit.

Ollie, if you ever see this...I hope you do see this. I really hope you're on the other side waiting for me. However, I have an underlying feeling that you may be forced to commit the unthinkable after learning about my crimes, but I hope that's not the case Oliver.

Back to my confession. Out of all the crimes I committed with little or no purpose, one of them was committed with great purpose which was to wipe out the family of three after the man saw me dismembering a victim's body. I stalked the man, broke in his house, shattered his skull with an axe and burnt the house. After I perused his house, I saw a picture of his family and immediately tracked them. Caught them and burnt the house down. No survivors...or so I thought.

I know I said I became a principal to be close to you but its because I wanted to finish what I started. The girl survived. And when I knew she was attending the same school you wanted to teach in, I immediately devised a plan to kill two birds with one stone and that was what I did, but she didn't die.

"Please step back young lady," the emotionless police ordered me with an annoyed voice, "If you keep bugging us, we won't be able to find the person who did this to your mom, so f*cking leave us be!"

His hurtful words stopped me in my tracks. I had just lost both my parents on the same day and this police I thought was supposed to be compassionate and empathetic just ended up adding more to my wounds. So I just stood there and burst into harder tears.

"Jeremy, don't speak to a kid like that," a blonde man intervened, noticing my immediate change in action. He picked me up from the ground and placed me on his neck, "a shoulder ride won't hurt as much, would it?" he glanced at me from his side.

I shook my head to say 'no'

He smiled lovingly, it reminded me of my dad so much, so much it hurt. While we were walking away, we walked past Jeremy, the jackass police officer whom I gave a threatening glare but he just rolled his eyes.

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"She was so full of life, so caring, kind, nice, and what happened to her was completely unexpected." A woman sniffled into a handkerchief, avoiding any eye contact, she looked down at the coffin in front of her and painfully added, "she smelled like teen spirit- joyful and passionate, she wasn't that smart, but she managed to be brilliant- and, I'm pained as her aunt, a second mother to her that I lost her!"

The auditorium was silent as she said that last line because her voice was convincing, it was heart-touching.

"It's really hard for all of us, especially knowing that she passed in our very school." Mrs. Lovelace, substitute principal mentioned. Even though she claims to be pained as in 'its really HARD for all of us', there was no emotion on her face, no sadness, nothing, and this left me enraged. My anger was just for a minute until she called me unto the stage, "Now let's bring her student friend, Karina Wellingston to share her own victim impact statement."

I gave a nod before taking the mic from her hand and faced the audience of about 200 people. I knew it was Mrs. Oliver's stage. I knew it was my time to speak about how great of a person Mrs. Oliver was, but with the police being here, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Wouldn't it be called killing two birds with one stone if I tell the police about what me and Mrs. Oliver uncovered. Who cares about the school's reputation? Who cares about the previous principal's legacy? Evil must always come to light.'

I drew in a long breath then let it out.

"Mrs. Oliver was exactly as her aunt described- joyful, passionate, brilliant, well bred, kind, caring, loving, lovely and so on but one of the major trait was she was helpful." I stopped to take a breath, swiftly calculating how to break things to the police while still upholding Mrs. Oliver's legacy. I smiled at the confused face of the audience before continuing, "She was helpful in helping me find clues that could reopen a cold case."

The audience were now in complete disorientation, wondering what the heck her death had to do with a cold case. The police though, were now on full attention.

"Close to a decade ago, my parents were murdered by someone unknown to us. An old man with white beard and jet black hair, his physical features not as clear as it was in my younger years." I clutched the wooden stand edge, rested on it then went on, "Through some digging, me and Mrs. Oliver found out that that same man was responsible for the death of her lover and is suspected for many other deaths. That man responsible for the murder was Sir Richardson Weakbone."

By the time my sentence was done, the police had already aired this to the local station. Intrigued, the officer said, "Tell us more about it Ms. Karina."

I boldly responded, "I will. In the station."

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A/N: 'smells like teen spirit' was used when Mrs. Oliver's aunt was mourning her death. She said,"she smelled like teen spirit- joyful and passionate." The only difference is smelled is a different tense of smells. 

If you're confused about what happened in this chapter, don't worry, its gonna be clear as day in the next chapter.