Chapter Thirty Five

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❄︎ Snow's Prescriptive...

           "I thought we were friends", Maya cried, starting to cry. Alessia laughed.

"You're crazy", I shot.

"So what", Alessia shrugged. In a second, she was next to Maya, and right in front of me. Alessia raised her hand, holding the same book from before. Which was the one that was on Apple's bedside.

"No!", Maya screamed, jumping in front of me. But Maya got hit with the book and fell to the floor.

"Maya!", I screeched. But Maya hit the floor with a thud.

"Alessia, why would you do this to your 'best friend'?", I cried, sinking to the floor as I hugged Maya.

"Eh", Alessia shrugged.

"That's it..", I hissed, grabbing the gun I had tossed under the bed after its last use. I got up and tried to aim at Alessia. But I missed.

"Too bad, Snow", Alessia yawned, standing behind me now.

"You — ", I gasped.

"No murderer is unoccupied", Alessia whispered, piercing a knife through my back.

"How..", I replied quietly.

"Talent", Alessia shrugged.

And no innocent survives really.

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