Chapter 9

11 1 0
                                    

IMPORTANT: The chapters in Italics are in the point of view of someone who will be revealed later. The reason is just so you can get a look into their mind.

-------

Chapter 9

She stood there, chatting happily to her friend. That smile of hers disgusted me. I wanted to slap it off her face. But, oh, I wanted to do so much more than slap her.

I wanted her to beg to me on her knees, like I had once done for her. I wanted to make her life a living hell, like she had done for me. And I will laugh at her when I take everything from her, like she had done to me.

She claims to have changed. I don't believe that for a second. She's still the same evil girl she once was, but now she's just better at masking it. She wears it like make up. It makes her pretty, but when she takes it off, she's worse than the devil himself.

I hate her. No, I loath her. But yet, she's my obsession. She doesn't know, but I see her everywhere. I know everything about her. I know her better than she knows herself.

And I know that no matter what, I will expose her for what she is.

A murderer.

The Face of SuicideWhere stories live. Discover now