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Chapter 5 : Temprature

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Born 1990. 15
I struggled to walk. I felt myself changing. I shouldn't have looked. The truth was to much. I read it. I read everything. And then I saw it all in a spilt second. Mara's, a blond girl, Leo, James.... Bryson. But I can't remember them. But I know I know. My hands from what I can see are black like Mara was. I had cracks rising up my skin. I must look deformed. I barely escaped Jay. He'll find me eventually. The tears are still on my face. After Bryson died. I saw everything. Everything about him. Everything I forgot. I love him. I wish he didn't have to go like that. My throat feels tight. It wants air now.
Jay mentioned the real notebook. Mara had the real notebook and gave it to me. Which means,
I have the real one inside of me.
The real notebook holds Jay's soul inside. The truth notebook holds everyone else soul inside. So, In order to be free, the notebook has to be destroyed.
I have to die.
I feel the walls closing in. Jay knows I know. And he's coming to take the notebook back. His sibling put the notebook inside him, and they later gave it to Mara. Mara gave it to me, because she knew Jay was coming for her. Mara isn't as bad as I thought.
I stumbled into the closet James and I found the first blood night I remember. Inside,
Was gasoline.
I reached for the gasoline. I feel my heart pounding. Like a beast is coming for me. I find matches as well. I shove them in my camo pants. They're soaked in blood. Bryson's blood. It's comforting in a sick way. That Bryson is still here with me. But I've always been messed up. My mental illness is rare. Well, maybe being a bit of a sociopath isn't.
I unscrew the gasoline and start to pour it around the school. The school is covered in gasoline spills from attempted fires during the blood night, so the school will go up in flames. I reached the entrance. It's empty. I walk into the field and place the gasoline down. I reached for a match. I light the match as the satisfying sound of the fire sizzling is heard. I aim the match at the gasoline pile at the front door. I flick the match and it lands in the pile. Everything within minutes is on fire. The screams of those in the school satisfies my ear drums.
They're dying.
Finally.
They're all fake. Right?
I'm not crazy? Mom was a fake. Dad was a fake. Annabelle was a fake. Right?
It doesn't matter. They'll burn anyway.
I feel my sanity lowering.
No wait.
It wasn't suppose to end like this.
I realize I have it. I reach down my pants and pull out the notebook. The notebook that holds the truth. They'll be free, right?
I look at the school. The smoke flies high. I take my pony tail out and let the wind flow through my hair. I aim the note book at the fire. They'll be gone. Forever. But that's okay. I still love them. Because they were real.
I use all the strength I have left as tears fall down my face. I throw the notebook into the fire. As it lands into a window and burns I cry. I feel the tears leave my face. I slowly feel the memories leaving my mind again. Good, it's better to forget.
But the real notebook.
I look down at the gasoline.
Any sliver of my sanity left is gone.
Bryson... Mara. I'm sorry. Your deaths are in vain. You guys aren't fake. I am.
I reach for the gasoline. I open the lid once again. I press the tip to my lips. I tip it upwards. I feel the gasoline slide down my throat. It feels sticky. Like it's grabbing at my intestines. The taste is foul. But I need it to reach the notebook. It becomes to much I take it away and cough. It hurts. My body is shaking from what I'm about to do. I grab a match. I light the match and drop the box.
I lean my head back. My mouth opens and my tongue curls back.
I Drop the match.
It falls down my throat. I lean forward. My throat feels like it's burning.
Because it is.
My neck is burning from the inside out. My cheeks puff up from the smoke. My lungs fill with smoke and they're melting. Because of the gasoline, I start to lose my vision. Everything goes blurry.
I'm going blind.
I lean over and start to throw up blood violently. My stomach heaves as the muscles contract.
I then feel it.
The notebook on fire. Suddenly, it explodes. My stomach explodes. My intestines come shooting out my back and bladder is thrown up and out onto the floor with most of my guts. Blood is pouring everywhere. My lungs are thrown up into my throat, causing it to stuck out my mouth. My tongue and teeth are gone.
But I did it.
At least I hope.
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"Is this hers?"
"Yeah"
"Read it out to me."
Okay, it says:
Name: Dolores (Lola) Everland Odland.
Birth date: January 6, 1990
Age: 15
Biological Parents: Elizabeth Odland (41), Andy Odland (52).
Siblings: Annabelle Odland (10), Gray Odland (15) (deceased) (died 2000)
Guardian at the moment: Aurora Hebian-Odland (aunt)
Status: Deceased
Known Lovers: Bryson Caron (16) (deceased) (fiancé)
Diagnosis:
- Dissociative identity disorder
- Antisocial Personality Disorder
- Capgras delusion
- Depression/ PTSD
- Anxiety (unclear diagnosis)
Cause of death: Burnt alive/ suicide
Crimes: 2nd degree murder/ manslaughter.
The victim set the school they were attending on fire killing over 3000+ people. Even killing others outside the school. After, the suspect killed themselves by drinking gasoline.
The suspect also killed their parents and aunt and is a suspect for killing their twin sister.
"This is your niece, correct?" A man handed Lola's uncle a slip of paper with the information on it.
" it is."
"We need to talk about what to do with the body sir."
Annabelle watched as her ex-uncle talked to the officer. She hadn't seen Lola since she was 5.
When she was accused of killing Gray. But Annabelle knew it wasn't Lola.
It was Charlie. That's what Gray told her in her dreams.
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"LOLA!"
Lola's eyes snapped open. She looked around and noticed Bryson and Annabelle.
"Oh thank goodness!" Bryson sighed in relief.
"Once Leo and James found another page after you passed out you got worse." Lola stared at him blankly. She nodded.
"Lola" Annabelle said. She looked at her. Her eyes were deathly.
Lola was sick.
She was dying.
Again.
"What's going on?" Lola paused.
"The notebook is connected to me. It's the true notebook. The one I burned ages ago, in order to escape Jay's manipulation. So I burned the school with him inside. Jay is connected to the notebook, his soul is stuck inside. So I destroyed it. His soul... then got stuck inside me when I died. When I close my eyes, he's there. And so is someone else I can't describe. So I think.... that when you all are putting the notebook together, it's curing Isabelle because she's been infected by Jay trying to control her. It was a fake notebook she touched. The notebook being assembled is killing him. But the notebooks contents have been flooded into my brain."
"So if notebook comes back.... you'll die too won't you?" Annabelle asked. Lola stayed silent. It was true.
She was dying.
"What will happen to Leo and James? And me, Mara, Charlie?"
"You will all be set free. You'll be able to go the far shore."
"And leave you behind? No way!"
"Sometimes you have to forget-"
"I won't forget you!"
Annabelle cleared her throat. Hating to break up this kind scene.
"Can someone explain the notebooks please?"
"Oh, so there is the real notebook, the one that started it all and Jay possessed. It's being reassembled. There is the truth notebook. It was burned inside the school. It was only there for Jay to turn people into slaves, aka Mara and Charlie. There are also fakes. Those don't have a purpose."
"Okay thank you." Lola grabbed Brysons arm. Still with a monotone face. She parted her chapped and scarred lips
"Bryson... I should mention. I think we have -"
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whEre aM I ? whY dO I haVE a BOdY nOw? IT dozeSn't boTHeR mE thAT mUcH. I'vE beCOmE a BeInG. I waSN't MadE frOm SpeRm nOR eGG. bUT I haVE pArEnts. lOlA aNd BrYSon. tHeY mAdE me. loLa kNowS me. ShE SEES mE in HEr dReAmS soMeTImes.
dOES shE lOvE me LikE I LoVe hER?
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In this chapter, you dont need to solve anything. The next chapter will be the remaining deaths. James, Leo and Isabelle went out and found the rest :)
This book is more then finding deaths. It's about a grudge. And the truth.
It also might not have the ending you want. Not all endings are happy.