NO MORE DENIAL ▷ A. ARGENT

6. Are you happy now?

Carrie looked down at her letter, softly whispering. "I promise, Ally. I promise you they will all be gone, the liars." Standing up from the desk chair, she grabbed her backpack as she walked out of her bedroom, her worn out trainers squeaking slightly on the wooden floor.

"Carrie? Is that you?" Carrie's dad asked, hitting the TV to fix it.

"Yeah. I'm going out for a bit," Carrie said, motioning to the door. Her father nodded, before turning back to the TV to hit it once more.

"Alright, bye," Carrie said, not caring how awkward she sounded. She unlocked the front door and stepped out, almost being blinded by the sunlight. Lightly wincing, she walked over to her bike. An old, ugly grey coloured, slightly high bike. Climbing onto the bike, she pedalled to the Stilinski house.

A day later, she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write.

Ally,

I did it! I kept my promise to you, I love you! I'll be up there with you very, very soon! I don't even think you're as happy as me! I love you!

Carrie.

Smiling slightly, she turned on her radio and almost danced when she heard it. 

"Around five people have been murdered, all around the age of sixteen-seventeen! A tragic story indeed. The police had no lead as to who the murderer i--"

Droning out the rest, she smiled and looked up to the sky. "I love you."

She held the knife to her neck.