Third Person P.O.V
The sirens wailed from outside echoing down the block. Alerting the whole neighborhood as officers were all over the place. Yellow reflective police tape blocking the front entrance as a black body bag was carried out on a stretcher. A lady in a light orange bloodstained robe and eyes puffy and red from crying is lead outside by a detective.
Parents stood at the tape they all looked bewildered as they see the bag being placed into the ambulance. Their kids next to them in their pajamas all puffy-eyed. A couple in the front anxiously looking for their daughter in her black and pink button-up pajamas. Another detective came up to the parents and told them, "We have no idea of your daughter's whereabouts and that there is a possibility that she's tied up in this incident."
Olivia's P.O.V
'I can't go back. I can't face anyone again...everyone is going to wish me dead.' I thought as I looked guiltily at my black blood-stained fingers. Then I looked back up from behind the neighbor's bushes. I shivered from the cold but I resisted my dark eyes stared out at the scene covered with yellow police tape. I then noticed the whitish-grey from the skin around my hands traveling up my now pale arms. I knew what I was now. I didn't like it, but I didn't have a choice. I was a monster. I continued to stare at my hands as my body twitched uncontrollably. The pounding in my head made my senses go numb, with no feeling I felt relieved like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Except, I still had my sense of sight, and oh, I wish I could've sewed my eyes shut...End of Act III
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Of Blood and Tears: Origin's of a lung thief
HorrorThe prequel to Victims of Circumstance. "I knew what I was now. I didn't like it, but I didn't have a choice. I was a monster." --WARNING-- Blood and violence Olivia Browns, just your typical freshman in high school and nothing to glance at. That...
