Young Romance|Etta and Shawn|Tash and Tom

Good Girl

I was still shaking, not in bed but in my desk chair. I had told the others to Jesse but gave them no explanation. I didn't think about where the body was, how the killer got in, who the person was, how someone had been in my room, I just thought about SHETTA and what I could have done to prevent it. I cried some more as I thought about Shetta, his soft fur, his joyful face, plating around with a tennis ball I'm our back garden. The sobs came out like a flowing stream, my eyes, the source. Little different I know that the dog head wasn't the only thing that Mr. Creep left behind. Also, little did I know that Tash and Shawn were standing outside listening to my painful sobs. There was nothing that could be done. This Mr. C wanted to hurt me and he was doing it in the worst ways. I couldn't tell Shawn now, I mean, who could it be next, Tash? Shawn? Me? I couldn't do this. It was torture. He was torturing me, and there was nothing the could do about it. Thanks to that 'little thing' he left behind, I had no idea that u could see my agonising pain from the corner of my bedroom above the closet. What was I to do now. 'Ping' my phone went off. I didn't want to answer it, I didn't want to go anywhere near it. I felt the urge to though. What if it suddenly said that this was a joke. That the head was a fake, deep down though, I knew that this was real, I just didn't want to acknowledge that. I reached over to the small table next to me and picked up my phone, Good Girl, now sit and roll over, your now my little dog but maybe you will get the chop unless you keep your mouth shut. Why was I being punished? I wanted non if this. I couldn't bear it! It was unliveable. Maybe it just wasn't worth it any more, and so I did the only thing I could, I....