Marg's Grave

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Marg was still squirming so I had to be quick, sticking the syringe in her lower leg I jabbed it in and waited for the scream. There it was plus there was an air bubble which cuts off oxygen to the brain, I learnt that in science class. But it wasn't enough I went back to her room and brought a plastic zip lock bag and two more syringes. I took the sock out her mouth and pinched her nose shut, when she ran out of oxygen she opened her mouth and that was when I dumped the whole bag contents in her mouth. I shouldn't have it was too much but it wasn't the time to hesitate. Injecting the last two syringes her mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was smudged everywhere.

Her pupils rose to her forehead and foam started forming around her mouth, her eyes closed and her body lay motionless. What have I done, I have just killed my stepmother, and will I go to jail? Am I old enough to go to jail? Oh no no no no no no no no, I look over at Marg with her arms held out. I knew that drug overdose was bad but i didn't know it was this bad. I pace around the room and squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears from coming. Ma would have never wanted me to do this, I open my eyes and I find myself right next to Margs leg. I have to hide the evidence. 


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