WARNING: This chapter includes mature themes and strong language
"Let me go," I screamed. I searched the room for a weapon to defend myself, but I found nothing. I have no choice but to use my body to defend myself. I've been in this situation way too many times. "There's someone here Ariana." I can't believe she fell for that, as she turned around, I punched her in the face as hard as I could.
"You bitch," she yelled on the floor. I kicked her in the nose and blood started to gush out of it. I ran out the door, what am I going to do? I grabbed my phone from my back right pocket, it was cracked. I pressed the emergency call button. "911, what's your emergency," a dispatcher said. "Hello, this is Jessica Adams, a girl my age named Ariana-"
Before I could finish the sentence, Ariana knocked the phone out of my hand with her bloody hands. She knocked me off balance and I was now on the floor. She grabbed a gun out of her pants and pointed it at me. "This will be the death of you, Jessica Adams," she said. I tried to army crawl away, but it was too late. She shot me three times, first in the foot, second in the heart, and lastly in the head.
Ariana POV
What did I just do? Blood was coming out from several places of her body. I killed her, I killed Jessica Adams. A man came out of his home, "What's going on here?" He questioned. I simply just walked away to my home. Once I was there, I wrote a note.
I'm sorry. I killed two people in the last 48 hours. I'm crazy. I don't know what to do with my life. I feel like this world is so fake, and you have no one to rely on. What can you do at a time like this? Either I spend the rest of my life in prison. Living off of prison food, being mistreated every day, and never seeing anyone I care about again... or I die. I'll take my own life.
-Ariana
I smeared my bloody hand on the paper. Tears were gushing from my eyes non-stop. I can't take it anymore, I can't. I took out my father's gun and pointed it at my head. I pulled the trigger and boom.
Aaron POV
I walked down the hallway of my building. Oh my gosh, I thought. There was a dead body in the middle of the floor. A pool of blood was surrounding it. I went closer to it. No, no, no. It can't be. But it was. Jessica Adams, the love of my life, dead in my arms.
Maybe Ariana would know what to do. I ran to our place and for some strange reason, the door was open. I searched the room to find my twin sister sitting dead on the dining room chair. No, not both of them. There was a note in front of her with a bloody handprint smeared on it. I picked it up to read. At this point, my hands and arms were covered in blood. This is what the note said:
I'm sorry. I killed two people in the last 48 hours. I'm crazy. I don't know what to do with my life. I feel like this world is so fake, and you have no one to rely on. What can you do at a time like this? Either I spend the rest of my life in prison. Living off of prison food, being mistreated every day, and never seeing anyone I care about again... or I die. I'll take my own life.
-Ariana
I don't believe this, this is not possible. "NYPD, put your hands up," a police officer yelled. Oh no.
A/N- Becuase of this book hitting 600 reads, I decided to release a chapter early. New chapter out tomorrow. This book will be coming to an end soon. If you were wondering, Jessica, Bella, and Ariana are dead.
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