You can't catch me
Three weeks later
The cases of the Jennifer, Anya, and Rebecca Camille murders had gone cold. With no murder weapons or suspects, there was nothing else to go on. Once Krista was released from the hospital, she was moved to an aunt’s house.
One day Krista’s aunt was washing dishes, oblivious to Krista who just walked in. Krista silently stood behind her aunt and held up the small gun. Her eyes held no emotion as she pulled the trigger. She walked over to her backpack and placed the gun to the long, jagged piece of glass covered in dried blood. She then took out a black marker and began to write on the tiled floor. She then stood and picked up her backpack and turned to her aunt’s now dead body.
“You can’t catch me” she whispered looking at the exact same words on the floor. She then walked out the house.
One day Krista’s aunt was washing dishes, oblivious to Krista who just walked in. Krista silently stood behind her aunt and held up the small gun. Her eyes held no emotion as she pulled the trigger. She walked over to her backpack and placed the gun to the long, jagged piece of glass covered in dried blood. She then took out a black marker and began to write on the tiled floor. She then stood and picked up her backpack and turned to her aunt’s now dead body.
“You can’t catch me” she whispered looking at the exact same words on the floor. She then walked out the house.
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Short I know but I couldnt really think of how to milk this chapter.BE SURE TO COMMENT!