Pretty Delusional

"Pretty and delusional?"
"Yeah, she's a beauty, but she's crazy."
"Well, she's pretty delusional, alright."

January 23, 2015

"No . . . way." Jaylynn spoke softly as she leaned closer to the paper in my hand.

"It's all there, in black and white. You gotta believe it." I say as a reply to her astonishment.

"I seriously didn't think she would do it." She said. She looked at me, dead in the eyes. I looked at the paper.

"Should've known her crazy ass would have," I said to Jaylynn, looking up from the paper.

"I guess she couldn't take it anymore." I said, finishing my sentence.

I read the top of the paper aloud when Caylee walks up to us, looking at me with a confused - maybe concerned - look.

"San Francisco Police Department.
Name: Dylan Willas
Date of Birth: 7 / 10 / 99
Date of Incident: 1 / 19 / 15," I slowed down when I was about to read the next line.

"Charge . . . "
I pause. I was breathing loudly and my heart was pumping fast.
I finally say it.

"homicide."