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Chapter 1- Three Killings and a Kidnapping

October 12th

My black dress shoes were gradually sinking into the freshly wet mud of the cemetery. I always came to the cemetery to visit my grandparents grave. But today was different. Today I was at my first funeral.  The priest called me to the casket. I slowly walked to the closed casket. With every step I started to mental break down more and more. When I reached the casket it was in the ground, six feet down. The priest handed me dirt. I was instructed to throw it on top of the casket. I never really knew why I had to. I was just told I had to do it. I threw it down the hole and the dirt scattered all over the shiny metal casket. A tear was about to form in my eye. But I forced it back. I couldn't let someone see me cry. It would be considered unmanly of me. My best friend John would say. I walked away form the casket before I would forget what John would say and start to cry. When I went back to where my family was I went right next to me little sister Liz.

Liz was a beautiful person. She had the same light brown hair like mine but longer of course. And we shared the same blue eyes. Liz was fifteen years old. A year younger than me. She was close to my height but still off by a few inches. I had a tall family. My father was the tallest and my mother was the shortest but still was taller than most people her age. My family ranged from a height of 5'9 to 6'4. We were a pretty normal family. We did have problems though. Very bad ones. I looked at my sister and she looked at me. We just stared. We knew this was one of the saddest moments of our lives. The incident really hit home. People come up to me and tell me how sorry they are for my loss. I really don't want their condolences. I honestly felt like I was forced to be polite and say thank you. But, I really wanted to say, fuck off. And go and still somewhere private. 

I never dreamed of this day at all. I honestly never seen it coming. We know that most likely that the police won't find out who the killer, until like twenty years later. I hated police and detectives with passions. I love reading about them, but in real life I depise them. Usually in books the detective can take up from a day to a week on average to sole a murder. But in real life, it's nothing like that. I hated it so much. Where I stood I could still see into the hole on the ground and see the casket that inside was a dead body. The priest had dismissed us. I stood there for a second. Until my mother called me to hurry up. I started to walk away. I took a glance back. I had to for one last time. That would be the last time I would see my dead best friend John. 

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When we got to the house. I went to my room and went into my bathroom and started to shower. What only took me thirty minutes felt like three hours. I didn't want to go back out into the real world. Not without John. He always helped me when I was upset or pissed off at something. But now, I will never get that. John was the only guy friend I had. He understood everything. And he wasn't a douche bag like the other stupid ass guys in my school. John was like a brother to me. He was a family friend. I just wish he wasn't dead. I finally stepped out of the shower. I threw on a old Hard Rock t-shirt and some blue basketball shorts. I then laid on my bed. I just laid there. Thinking about things.

I started to think how school was going to be. How people would treat me. I was scared to go back to school. I thought about Yolanda, my girlfriend. She was the most beautiful girl ever. She wasn't at the funeral because she was in Poughkeepsie attending a family reunion. She texted saying that she knows that I would want space and would always be there to talk. It was the very reason why I love her. She had the most softest white skin, with the bluest eyes, and the brightest Auburn hair. She was mine and I was glad she was.

I also thought about my other family members. I knew they would say something. They always had something to say. That is one of the many things that I hate about my family. Once I finish high school I would leave and most likely not talk to any of my family expect my sister or parents. Junior year really needed to end fast. I hated the year so far, even though it's only been a few weeks since school started. I pushed all my thoughts to the back of my mind for now. I scanned the room for the remote. I know that some TV would get my mind off things. I turned the television on and this slogan popped up.

"Second Killing: Teenage girl brutally killed, body dumped in Pofet Lake"

I just stared at the screen with my mouth hanging. Another death. The girl's name was Tasha. The description said that she had went to Donefelid High. Liz's and I school. This is the second death. John being the first. I just couldn't believe that two totally different people form the same school were killed and dumped in Pofet Lake. The police are suspecting a serial killer. They warn us to lock our windows and doors, I quickly locked my windows. I know for a fact i'm not ready to go to great beyond. 

I wonder what John's spirit is doing. Has it gone to heaven? Or is it still on earth? If he's still on earth he's probably in some girl's or guy's house watching them undress. That's something his spirit would do. John was a cool and chill guy. But he had the tendency to get sexually hyperactive. He once when he spent the weekend over he walked out of my bathroom and sat down and started masturbating in front of me. He honestly didn't care that I saw it. He was Bisexual so he thought I wouldn't care. I did care. I thought it was funny too. I threw a pillow at him. "Cover that monster up!" I said. "Stop making jokes about my penis. You'll hurt his feelings." John replied back. Thank god he finished off in my bathroom and thank god he cleaned up himself. If my mom saw it and asked why didn't I clean up, I couldn't really say that it was John. 

John almost got into trouble a few months ago. He was going through the I like guys more than girls now. He filp flopped between the two. He said he had met this guy who was 18 years old online. The guy was legit. John vidoechatted with him at my house. I thought it was a good thing that he found someone who cared for him. Then the night they met up I got a call from John. Turns out the guy wanted more than just a meet up. He raped John. Luckily the guy went into the bathroom and John was able to call me to come and get him. I drove quickly to the place John said he was. I walked into the apartment like I owned the place. John was on the bed naked. I gave my clothes that I brought with me. John put them on and went to the car. I waited for the guy to get out of the shower. I stood outside the door silently. Once he opened the door he was shocked. "Hey Fucker" I said with a smile and punched him in the face. That knocked him out. Once he was done I moved him into the bed and I left. When I came back out John was sitting in the passenger seat, crying. "I'm so stupid. STUPID! I shoudl've known better. When I get home I'm going to kill myself." He started to get hysterical. I ran to him. "Calm down! You are not going to do anything to yourself. You are going to be okay." I said to him. John stared at me. Then he kissed me on the lips. I didn't really care that he did it. All I cared about was that he was safe. "You're okay? That I did that?" John asked. "I don't care that you did it. I just want you safe. But don't it again without asking me first." I joked. John smiled. I drove him to my house to spend the night. I didn't sleep that night. I just sat in my bed and watched him sleep. I watched him sip into a world of his own making.

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 October 14th

I woke up at four o'clock in the morning. I could't fall asleep. I turned on my TV. I switched through the channels. Nothing good on. I went to the movie channel and Remember The Titans. John and I loved this movie. I teared up, then I turned my TV off. I grabbed my computer. I went the various social media sites. I had so many people giving me their condolences and what not. I don't want to respond. Or I will say some very offensive things. I then went to the local news website to see if they put up John's obituary. I couldn't find it. Then I realized why they hadn't put it up. Because it happened again. Another murder. The name, Yolanda Soto. My girlfriend was found dead in Pofet Lake. But this was different. They found a note in Yolanda's pants pocket. A note, with one word on it. Liz. My sister.

I threw the computer and ran to Liz's room. She wasn't there. I quietly looked everywhere. I couldn't find her. Then I saw that her window was opened. She was kidnapped. In the past 72 hours there had been three killings and a kidnapping. Who knew what was going to happen next.