I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

Paisley is in love with Zeke and anyone who comes between them and doesn't back off, well they're never heard of again. When Paisley made her first kill, she found out how much she enjoyed it and how it easy it was to get away with it. So for her there is no reason to stop the killing and it's an easy solution for her problem. But now with her latest victim, Trudy, things start to go wrong when the police are suspecting Zeke. Paisley can not let this happen and with every next decision she makes everything starts spiraling more and more out of control. Enter Damien, a boy who believes he's just like Paisley and he wants her badly. But she loves Zeke and will do anything for him, although she is not so immune to Damien as she likes to believe. If that's not enough problems, she is also stalked by the ghosts of her past kills. They are hiding in the mirrors and waiting for their chance for revenge.

..a smile from ear to ear, a smile despite the skin tear..

I never meant to kill anyone. But she had crossed the line, and with me you never cross the line and get away with it. So I suppose you want to know what happened? I Ivy Zabola, promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So. Help. Me. God.

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