9:30pm, Monday, Locrona USA.
Watching the sunset was her favourite thing to do, but the damned school-nights didn't allow her to do so. Her parents were very strict, she had to be asleep by 10pm, which wasn't so bad in the winter, but it was extremely hard in the summer.
"I'm 16 after all, surely I can be trusted to make my own decisions" she said to herself, peering out of the window at the ombré sky. This was an opportunity that she simply couldn't waste, and so she walked to her shelf and picked up her polaroid camera.
She never wanted to be classified as 'basic' but she never felt more at peace when taking a picture of her and her friends dressed up in weird clothes, of extravagant sunsets and bright blue waters. You could say that she was an addict to the tumblr-aesthetic.
Her room was white, with fairy lights strewn across every corner, clean floors, huge white bookcases filled to the brim with colour co-ordinated books, marble shelves to match her phone and laptop cases, but that's not what people were naturally drawn to.
There was a big open space in her room, between her hanging basket and her desk. There stood a huge washing line full of clipped-on, favourite polaroid photos, which included floral photos, aesthetic instrumental photos, funny photos with her and her friends.
She went over and snapped the perfect photo of the sunset and slowly waited for it to come out. After it came out, she strides over towards her picture-line and added it to her portfolio. It was probably the best photo she'd ever taken... but also her last.
She walked towards the window to draw the curtains, knowing full her well she had to be asleep soon, but she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
She heard a 'ker-click' that she'd only heard in action movies.
She felt a pain that indescribable in her stomach after a deafening 'boom' sounded, leaving ringing in her ears.
She fell onto the floor, feeling her blood seep everywhere onto the floor, her vision fading with every bit of blood she lost.
She saw the small hole in the window open up by force, leaving the shooter's hands bloody and cut open.
"Mum, Dad, help" she whispered in an inaudible whisper.
She saw the shooter come up towards her, seeing their face as clear as day, despite her fading vision.
"Y-you? Why?" She whimpered, beginning to gasp for air.
The shooter said nothing, they just put the gun up towards her head, seeing her tear-stained face and blood-stained clothes.
She heard another ker-click, she heard another boom... and she never felt anything again.
Heather Marx was dead.
YOU ARE READING
The Killer on the Polaroid Camera
Mystery / ThrillerA virtual chat room, but with a murderer hiding behind a keyboard. (A/N: This is an experiment, and so when there's a chapter not in a chatroom, we know that something weird, but indicating, is going to happen)
