Who was this? The boy with the pale face. I looked around. The faces around me molded to frozen grimaces, frozen grimaces of strange and contempt. I had done something that I could never regret - not until I got her back. Nobody would understand that. A jarring sound cut my ear, like a boiling hot water kettle. I was alone. Suddenly and without any understandabe reason I was alone - or no, not alone. I knew where I was. I was where everything started and where everything would have to end. There he was standing - Hewie. He looked at me how he had always looked at me, how he had always looked at her. No! No, I had to get outta here. I knew what would happen, I saw it before. Then in the summer 94 when I banned the murderer of my best friend for ever from this world. Filled of panick I ran away. I ran and ran and ran. I stepped out of the woods on her bed - I was back. There layed Jennifer Jones - and I was her murderer.
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