Murder, She Wrote.

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Really short chapter😩
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S A T O M I

Before I knew it, it was my birthday. I would be seventeen years old.. almost an adult. Almost grown, almost done with highschool and going to college.

Honestly, when I hear the word 'grown' I think of an individual that has all their shit together, meaning a job, own house, car, etc because that's what grown people do.. they take care of themselves.

I hate a:

"I'm eighteen so I'm grown" ass bitch.
or
"I got a baby so I'm grown."

But how you grown but you still living wit yo moms and she still paying yo phone bill? I'm confused.

That was never me because I knew better and by me saying I knew better.. I would think Simone did too but I was dead wrong.

Simone put her bra back on then turned around looking at some guy she shooked up with. This had been her routine for weeks now and she wasn't tired of it at all.

I guess this was her way of grieving but.. it was the wrong way. It was completely wrong.

There goes my kid sister confusing sex with love and trying to wipe me out of her memory but she just can't.. She hates that she can't and that she actually misses me.

After I seen her cry a couple times she just stopped, she became a bitter person and didn't care about what came out of her mouth..oh who am I kidding?

She's been like that it just got..worse.

She pulled her clothes on and snuck out of the small apartment. She walked down the hall and sighed running her fingers through her messy hair.

She was indeed gonna get in trouble for not coming home last night but she didn't care not one bit. In her eyes, nobody really paid any attention to her nor did they care.

Especially since it's my birthday it was hard on everyone. When she got home from catching the bus she saw a cop car infront of her house and sighed heavily.

"Why me?" She asked herself looking up at the sky. She took a deep breath and walked up to the porch and stepped in the crowded house.

Everyone looked at her and Grandma gasped standing up and pulling her into a hug. Simone stood motionless while Grandma squeezed her like a teddy bear.

"We were all worried sick about you!" Grandma pulled away and sniffed. "Oh God... you smell like sex." She said. Simone took a step back.

"That's what you smell like after you have sex Grandma.. I'm going up to my room." She tried to walk past when Grandma stopped her. "The hell you don't."

She snapped furrowing her eyebrows. Simone rolled her eyes. The police officers cleared their throats. "Um, since she's fine we're gonna go ma'am."

One of the officers said. Grandma didn't say anything as they walked out of the door. "Now you stay right here while I talk to you."

She put her finger in her face. "You are not grown..do you understand me?" She asked. Simone stale faced her.

"Whatever Granny, you swear up and down you're my mother but you not okay? Now get yo old ass-" Grandma slapped Simone across her face so hard I felt it.

Simone stayed in that position shocked that Grandma had put her hands on her. Something she never did and swore that she wouldn't do. She never hit us but this..Simone really pissed her off.

Grandma wiped her tears away. "I don't understand you... you have your life ahead of you but you wanna throw it away? Life is too short Simone."

"I don't care anymore Grandma!" She yelled. Grandma frowned. Simone brushed past her and walked to her room. "I hate my life!" Simone yelled making me frown.

She closed the door to the room, slid against the door and sat on the floor. She pulled her legs up and started crying.

Meanwhile, Imani crossed her legs and went through the pictures we took together on her phone.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at a picture of me. She felt guilty and she couldn't believe I was gone. "I'm so sorry Satomi." She whispered wiping her face but more tears came down.

"It's all my fault, I-I just wanted him to like me..I didn't know they were gonna do that I swear. I never should've left you. I'm such a bad friend.. I hope you can forgive me." She cried silently clenching her phone.

"I'm going to hell.. I just know it." She sniffed and took a deep breath.

"I just can't go to jail.. I have my whole life ahead of me and I'm too pretty to go to jail and be somebodies bitch." She mumbled.

I scrunched my nose up while my eyes started to burn. I was crying because I'm sad.. I'm crying because I'm pissed and my so called 'friend' helped get away with my murder.

Why didn't I see how fake she was from the beginning? My Mama and Simone would always tell me she was no good but I really thought she was my friend.

Now I'm dead and she's living her life to the fullest. I was jealous.. all I wanted to do was live.

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