My Innocence

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The human race is more capable than we actually think. We haven't figured everything out about ourselves and the world. But I know one day we will be capable of finding something beyond our discoveries, maybe something that's unbreakable but then again... I'm just an innocent girl. And that innoncence is something everyone has, no one can take it away. Unless you are uncaring of it and give it away. But that's not me i don't do that i'm going to protect my innocence no matter what i have to do i have the choice to give it away or to keep it safe from anyone. I'm just a 16 year old girl that's being blamed for the murder of two other "innocent" 16 year old girls Karena John and Mikaila Jackson. Weird huh? Both of their last names start with the letter J's. Does the killer hate that? I'm not sure all i know is that i'm innocent and i didn't hurt anyone...

"Elliot."

"Elliot!"

I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't in my first-period class anymore. I was in a room sitting in an iron chair, my hands resting on an iron table. I surrounded by mirrors that I knew are see-through from the other side. I realized where I was. I guess it pays off to watch and read mystery and horror movies and books. I looked up and saw an officer in front of me with a frustrated face talking but I couldn't make out the words it was weird. It felt like I was falling asleep the last thing I remember was sleeping or falling but I don't know...


I open my eyes to this room a that's filled with hospital looking things and I see a woman walking towards me slowly studying my face like if there is something wrong with me.

"WHAT?"

The women jumped back a little from my tone and made a frown she opened her mouth and shouted,


"Elliot I was just checking on you alright! Don't you raise your tone on me!"

"Soooorryyyy," she gave me this annoying vibe I'm not sure why. But all I knew was that I wanted to go back home not school or the police station! So now all I have to do is make up a plan.
But how was I going to escape?

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