I walk into her hospital room, wearing a purple sweater with my black jeans. I look at her seemingly lifeless body, oh how I hate her. How I hate all of them, them bullying me really has come to bite their ass. They have been killed, one by one. I was planning on killing Amy in Paris but a failed plane engine did the job for me. Once I found out she was dead I had a rush of energy. I knew that when they came home I needed to start with Thomas, he didn't hurt my feelings as much as the others, so I didn't want him to have to grieve. I knew killing Ethan would hurt Naomi, so he was next. Now it is me and Naomi in her hospital room. I have her life at the ends of my finger tips. I smile as I pull out her life support. That bitch, I am glad she went into a coma because it makes my life easier. I whisper in her ear "Bitches get stitches, but you weren't a bitch, you were a torturer. And now you will get what you deserve! And I thinks it's cute all the messages you sent to Ethan. I had a nice time reading them." I pull out Ethan's phone from my pocket and text Charlotte.
Who is laughing now bitch? So glad she is out of my way.
I smile as I leave the room, hearing her heart monitor go flat.
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It All Started In Paris
Mystery / ThrillerEverything was fine. Three boys, taking three best friends to a trip of a lifetime. Doesn't sound bad does it? That's what they thought...
