Every story ends when a murder takes place. Mine began when I killed my Boyfriend.
Hey, I'm Erin Heather.
I was born in a small town called Sedona, the most artistic city in all of Arizona. I decided I wanted to become an Artist. When I was young, we moved around a lot. I saw a lot of places and it helped me improve my visionary skills. My elder brother died when I was 6 and when I was 10 my parents walked out on me.
Ironically as an Artist, the only colour I knew my whole life was Grey. So instead of crying about it, I wanted to change my life.
So, I moved to New York City at 15. Thanks to my parents leaving their money and my saving habits, I was pretty wealthy for someone that age. Effortlessly, I very soon became a pretty famous Artist. Somewhere down the road, I fell in love with a small-time thief. And it changed my life around. My Grey skies turned Golden.
I know why you're here. You're here for an epic story, a tragic love and a happy ending. Well let me tell you something, you're not going to find a happy ending here.
I killed my partner in crime, or I think I did. I'm not entirely sure what happened that night, how it happened or why. But I painted my nails with his blood. And that's when I became the psychopathic killer I am today.
I stepped in mud and dragged it for 5 years. Now I'm stuck in big city with nowhere to hide. Even if I did get a chance to change my destiny, past has a habit of repeating itself. I'd be screwed either way. So, what do I do?
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