My Best Friends Killer

My Best Friends Killer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 20, 2015
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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My name is Kaitlin Reid. I'm simple-minded, boring, and a little less than capable of dealing with stressful situations. When I witnessed my best friend being murdered, I did all that I knew how to do, and I called the cops. They captured the murderer and put him in prison, and for a while, I felt safe. I had the cops on my side and just enough strength left in me to try to get my life back in order. But of course, as the story goes, that illusion of 'safety' was short-handed. The murderer escaped a high security prison. I know I am the top of his hit list. And I'm not sure when he will find me, or how he will do it, but he is after me. And my limited time is running out.

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