Get in my swamp ~ A continuation

thirteen ~ sort of mourning? 💭💧

*jermey's pov

We decided on killing róūjinæ.

It was tough, I spent a whole week pacing and biting my tenticles, worried of how we would pull it off, what would happen.

The only thing that helped me make up my mind was the way she still shamelessly flirted with MY man.

Honestly, you think she would learn her lesson...

Once I told Herbert yes, we started getting to work stockpiling. We gathered many weapons and supplies and waited.

Finally, the day had come. My dad's where away at a concert with violletá, and we were all home alone.

We creep down the stairs hand in hand, dressed in all black with our disguises. We slip out the back door and knock on the glass.

The plan is to 𝓯𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 her out, then stab her to death, and then dispose of evidence.

Herbert scratches his fingernails down the glass making a "skrrree" sound.

Róūjinæ shuts of the TV, but instead of looking behind her at us, she turns to the front door.

She gets up and walks over to the front door, yanking it open.

A spilt second look of terror flashes across her disgusting face before a small masked figure pulls her out the door, stabbing her in the process.

Me and Herbert dash the the front yard just in time to see a creepy van speeding away with róūjinæ screaming for help out of one of the windows.

I collapse into Herberts arms, sobbing I regret, shock, grief.

Not even am I sad that my sister is gone, but mostly I'm devastated that I didn't get my revenge..

All that for nothing..all of the suffering for NOTHING!

...

A few weeks later, it was evident that we would not be finding róūjinæ.

She's gone... My sister .. my opp.

The town ended up hosting an honorary funeral for her, and for weeks I was in a state of hollow sadness...

I don't know if I miss her or miss having the chance for revenge.