My Best Friends Killer

My Best Friends Killer

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Winter had been gone for exactly one year today, all of Cold Grove had been organizing the anniversary of her death for weeks now; from ordering roses, which was her favorite flower, to hiring a venue. I never let myself believe that my best friend could be dead. Murdered by some psycho cereal killer, who by the way hasn't been found. Winter's mom, Belle, recently lost her husband, Jacob. She was now all alone, no family at all. Well, she had me but I couldn't always be there for her like her husband was, he died around a month ago now. Murdered too. It was August 15th, 2016. Friday was my least favorite day since Winter died, I hate it, I hate not being with her on a Friday night watching The Vampire Diaries and gawping at how hot Stephan was, it makes me laugh just thinking about her jaw dropping every time he was on screen, which was mostly always. I hate people, always asking how I'm doing, I just don't know how to answer that question anymore. Because I have no idea how I'm doing. I'm nothing without Winter.
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He watched from a distance as she played. Running through the park, chasing something from her imagination, he'd never seen her so happy. It was the day of her sixth birthday. Her long red hair and blue eyes along with her bright purple party dress caught the eyes of many visiting the park that day. He'd been watching her for weeks, he knew that today was the day. Should he go back without the girl, he'd surely be punished. With them was where she was meant to be. The girl wandered farther away from the crowd, dancing and spinning to music that only she could hear. The family was completely unaware, still preparing food on their picnic table. The girl's mother carefully placed six candles into the brightly frosted cake. They were distracted and he knew that it was time. She kneeled beside a tree picking clovers from the ground, out of sight of everyone. No one even even glanced in their direction. In only a second he was beside her. She didn't know what was happening until it was too late. He knew it was what he had to do. So he took her. ~ ~ ~ After twelve years of training in one of the most elite assassination groups in the world, Bella Price is returned to the life she was forced to forget. When the agency she was raised in is exposed and taken down by the American government, she is placed back into the arms of the family that she once had. Having forgotten the feeling of true emotion, she fights to regain the humanity that was once ripped away from her.

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