The Girl Who Killed

Chapter Eleven

Sabine was gone with Aunt Kim and Mal. This was Nada's chance.

The door was unlocked, and Nada stepped quietly into the room. The room was a light shade of pink, and when light hit it, it was blindingly bright. The window was on the far wall, and the bed was placed sideways underneath it. Unlike Nada's, which came out of the wall. And she had posters EVERYWHERE! There were two bedside tables and a dresser.

Nada walked over to the bedside tables, the one by the headboard had almost nothing but a book and random jewelry box. The one by the foot of the bed had absolutely nothing in the top drawer, but the bottom drawer was locked. She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and put it into the lock. Click. New record.

She opened the drawer and it fell into her lap. Papers, clippings, a journal. The first one was from January of years back, when Sabine would have been five. All her family members and pets had been murdered and the house was burned down. Sabine was the only one that lived.

That's how they all went. Death and Sabine would live.

All the fires were Arson.

Nada heard a car pull up in the driveway. She relocked it from the inside and closed it, running out quickly, leaving a single clipping on the floor.

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"What were you doing in my room?" Sabine demanded, standing in Nada's doorway, hands on her hips.

"What?"

"There was this on the floor." Sabine held up the clipping Nada had been looking at only minutes earlier. "And usually that drawer is locked.... And we don't own a cat."

"You're right," Nada looked up from her book, which was a book hiding Sabine's journal behind it. "WE don't. We don't own anything. I do. My mom does. Aunt Kim does. YOU don't own anything here but the clothes you were wearing when you showed up on our doorstep. And whatever weird crap you have stuffed in your drawer. What is that, anyway? A picture?" 

"It's a newspaper article about my parents."

Nada rolled her eyes. She was getting really sick of Sabine being here, and if she showed her mom this journal, Sabine would be gone in moments. "Well, then, why was it on your floor?"

"Cause you left it there!"

"Why would I go into your room? It s disorderly and gross."

"Not everything is your way."

"That's where you're wrong. In this house, EVERYTHING is my way. Everything. That's why you can't get away with whining. Why you can't get away with your threats. Not going to school? Yeah, right." Nada rolled her eyes and closed the journal, carefully placing it between her legs as to not be noticed by Sabine, then closed the book she had hiding it, putting it right over the bind on the journal.

"Actually-"

"Sabine? What are you doing in Nada's room? And why are you yelling so loud?" Aunt Kim's voice came from her room down the hall. It was very melodic today. Sabine hated it. Kim would be the first to go.

"We're just talking."

"Sounds more like fighting. I'm sure China can hear you. Quiet down or get out of her room." The door slammed and Sabine turned, flipping the bird in that general direction.

"Get out of my room, Sabine. I wasn't in yours and I don't plan to be. Maybe someone else got in there?"

"Kyle? He'll be take care of."

Nada shook her head. "NO! Kyle hasn't been here since the party you had. Don't touch him."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Sabine, don't!"

Sabine smiled, turned, and walked out of the room, slamming the door so loud and hard it cracked. Nada wanted to scream. This was absolutely insane, Sabine threatening her!

She pulled the journal back out.

Journal,

Mommy and daddy are dead. I finally learned how it feels to be powerful. I have never felt powerful and it's amazing! The thrill of killing, oh, my, my. Diffy and Junior are dead, too. And my brother, Jacob. They all told me what to do and how to be, and I decided that was enough! Don't cross my way! The house is burned, which means there is no evidence. Ha! They'll never know! Cops say I'm lucky to be alive, because I was smart enough to cause myself harm also, making it looked like I got away from the attack, so they are sending me to foster care. I've been asked a lot of questions, but I told them I couldn't remember his face. They are looking for a HE!

I was given a teddy bear, and I named him Simon. Simon can talk to me. He says I'm very smart. I told him that he's my best friend, and I can't wait until I meet my new family....

Nada looked at the door. There was more on these pages, but it was all gruesome. As she aged, she added more details about her kills, what she did, how much blood, how people screamed and begged. And it pretty much said she was CRAZY!

Nada was a little crazy herself, but not so enough to kill her own family, time and time again. It told how he had been sent to Nada's house, and how Nada was a crazy bitch.

She remembered that night in the barn, the first night, where it was so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face and how the moon slightly shmmered on the blonde's hair. She thought it was creepy, almost as though there was blood lost in there, causing it to be almost a red blonde. A horrible, horrible night.

They had fed the one horse Nada had, and she took care of it. Casey was his name, and he was the sweetest pony ever.

She set aside the journal and walked to the door. Sabine's was wide open, and she wasn't in there. Where was she?

Nada was panic striken and ran back to her room, grabbing the journal and walking quickly to her mom's room.

"Yeah?"

She opened the door. "Mom, I need you to read this."

Sabine sat in the chair that was across the room from her mom.

Shoot.

This wasn't good.

 Her mom looked up from what she was doing. "Bring it here."

"You have my journal?" Sabine accused.

Nada nodded. "Yeah. And I know all of your secrets, and soon my mom will, too."

"What if it's not a journal?"

"What else would it be?"

"A book I'm writing."

"You have no interests in books."

"Bring me the damn thing so I can fucking read it already!" Her mom snapped.

Nada gave her mom the book, holding her breath.