PROLOGUE

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PROLOGUE
Denver Colorado - may 2012

Jazzabell held her book to her chest as her body trembled in slight fear, blood dripping down her pale, thin hands as their father aggressively and rudely barged in without warning, her mother not far behind. Her wide, disapproving eyes stare at her daughter covered in blood. The sight was unbelievable.. piles of skin littered the room, leaving a rancid stench. Her hoodie had a small tear in it from when her victims.. her unbearable twin sisters struggled to survive.. how humorous. jazzy looked at them, unmoving and still..not knowing if she should listen to the voices screaming at her to kill, slaughter them both, tear them apart, skin them like she did her terrible sisters..her mother's bloodcurdling scream is what knocked Jazzabell out of her trance. her father froze at the sight. He also stood unmoving, speechless. Jazzabell's mother quickly grabbed her phone, dialing 911 as she screamed at the operator.

"MY TWINS ARE GONE.. THEY'RE DEAD, MY BABIES ARE DEAD!! JAZZABELL KILLED THEM!! SHE'S A FUCKING MONSTER!!" mother cried.  jazzy sits there in a daze, her lips muttering, fighting her intrusive thoughts to kill again. the cops arrive and without a doubt they take the small girl in. After hours of investigation and no progress, they deemed her crazy. She was sentenced to life in captivity. Everything felt like a blur. One minute she was in her home, then it was the back of the cop car, then the investigation room, and now as they drive to the closest mental institution, the car stopped. before the supervising cop or her father could let her out, jazzy quickly plunged the car door open holding her head they can't be locked away.. not like this.. not ever! otherwise she wouldn't be able to find her friends.. Them..

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