A love to die for.

Epilogue; it was a perfect illusion.

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I stare at the envelope in my hands. It's white and in a normal size. I've been holding it for over 15 minutes already, but I can't bear to open it.

Sybil Erins.

It has been written in neat handwriting with, what it seems, a fountain pen.

At first, when I just got the envelope -which was 2 weeks ago-, my hands started to shake every time I hold it.

Now, I just feel a sting whenever I try to open it.

Come on, Sybil. It's been months! Just open it quickly. Rip it off like a band-aid.

I decide not to let my mind wander anymore and rip the envelope open, but carefully enough to make sure the letter won't rip.

I pull out the letter, slowly and carefully, like if it will break into small pieces whenever I will pull it out faster.

Dear Sybil,

You must hate me. I expect you to do so, I won't hate you for it. But I do want to tell you why I did what I did. And how.

It's a long story so sit tight, babe, because whatever you will read right now is true. Every cruel detail. Every little piece of dirt called the truth, will be scraped from underneath Jackson's dirty fingernails. Every splash of secrets Austin has been hiding in those sweatfilled sporting clothes of him, will be spilled.

I tell you Sybil, everything that you will be reading next, is about to change your life and the way that you think about those close to you. (If you even have any people left close to you? I think I killed them all off, though. Didn't I? Well, oops.)

Tears are about to fall on my cheeks, but I restrain myself from crying. Just about, then.

Where to start? The beginning?

Then lets start with Jackson. You might think it was a random murder, right? That I must be some lunatic or maybe even a psychopath, and that it was a coincidence that eventually we both attended the same school. Well, think again honey. Because trust me, the murder on Jackson wasn't random. It was everything but; it was planned.

I knew he would drop you that night after the party and I knew he would drive through the woods all the way back to his safe home. It was simply the shortest way through the woods, can't blame him for that can we?

Plus, I, and this was one of my favourite parts, had placed a small, almost invisible, chip inside his dashboard cupboard in his car.

How, you ask? Don't worry, I'll gladly tell you.

I took a part time job at his usual garage. Now I could have waited until he would get some problem with his perfectly oiled car OR I do damage to it myself. You probably can guess what I chose.

I figured that he wouldn't be able to change a tire himself which, plot twist, was true, so I broke his tires.

I made sure that I had the working place all to myself and then placed the chip into his dashboard cupboard where he would never suspect it to be.