Sorrowful

Is it true that friends are like family? Or does that saying only apply to some? The truth is that my friends are everything, but not a family. My name is Joan, a typical Dominican teenager living in New York. With many friends, but with a specific group with whom everything seemed rosy, until everything turned black.

And it is that after a series of events that caused everyone in my group of friends to end up hating Austin, my cousin, who was mysteriously murdered so that he would not reveal the truth of who was behind all the events that were happening and that pointed to him, but which he flatly denied.

Austin died, but it did not end there, and it is that his murderer has not been discovered, and apparently he has not yet tired of destroying the lives of my group of friends, but is it really him who is causing our separation or are we? ourselves? Who is the murderer and what does he want to achieve with all this? The funny thing is that one of my friends is the person behind it all.

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The following story contains characters and situations that are partly based on real and partly fictional. The story contains some explicit language, so reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive and think you will never be able to uncover the mystery that this great story contains, then this is not for you.