Midnight Murder

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"Emily... come on. I know you're in there" I sighed, then reached under the doormat for the spare key. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Emily was lying on the floor, lifeless. I screamed and dropped to my knees.All Rights Reserved

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" Hello... 911?... this is Thomas calling from Harvard law school... dr. sara is dead... and i think i killed her... please dont be late.. bye. " these were actually my last words while i walked out of her office.. slammed the door... and walked outside jogging with my long black hair dancing in the wind breathe while the snow is the only clothes i have on and i still feel warm.. with a great smile on my face... and as i started hearing the sirens of the police.. i started dancing on the beat walking towards them... with nothing to say but " im under arrest aint i? ". Not to mention that the next moment i was handcuffed and on the ground laughing as loud as i could while the police were checking on dr. sara and calling the ambulance to come pick up the dead body with hope she is still alive... poor officers... freezing in the cold... with no single idea what is going on... i forgot to tell u dr. sara was wearing my clothes... if u were wondering why i was naked... im not a fan of people seeing what lays beyond my six packs... unless the officer is into becoming my next bf... which also wont work out... cause sadly i aint into men... sorry officer... back to some serious shit... well... shouldnt we first know why this is all happening?.. cause i dont even know... but i remember how this all started... so.. let me give u a clue.

"All Eyes" {Eyeless Jack x Reader} by XannVe

"Oh Y/N~" he said as he walked past the table I was hiding under. My tears were falling on the ground as I sat next to my brutally murdered friend, one of my hands covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming or throwing up. "I know you're here, sweetheart~" he continued. I squeezed my eyes shut, but opened them again after some time. I looked right into his empty eye sockets. "Gotcha." Before I even could scream, everything went black.

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I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy by Beautiful_Tragedy8

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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" Hello... 911?... this is Thomas calling from Harvard law school... dr. sara is dead... and i think i killed her... please dont be late.. bye. " these were actually my last words while i walked out of her office.. slammed the door... and walked outside jogging with my long black hair dancing in the wind breathe while the snow is the only clothes i have on and i still feel warm.. with a great smile on my face... and as i started hearing the sirens of the police.. i started dancing on the beat walking towards them... with nothing to say but " im under arrest aint i? ". Not to mention that the next moment i was handcuffed and on the ground laughing as loud as i could while the police were checking on dr. sara and calling the ambulance to come pick up the dead body with hope she is still alive... poor officers... freezing in the cold... with no single idea what is going on... i forgot to tell u dr. sara was wearing my clothes... if u were wondering why i was naked... im not a fan of people seeing what lays beyond my six packs... unless the officer is into becoming my next bf... which also wont work out... cause sadly i aint into men... sorry officer... back to some serious shit... well... shouldnt we first know why this is all happening?.. cause i dont even know... but i remember how this all started... so.. let me give u a clue.

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