Memories From a Dead Girl
Twenty-Five
I needed to leave.
Somehow.
But I couldn't.
So I was confined to this apartment, to listen to the two of them discuss more about my death, though only one of them really knew more than they were letting on. But Austin wasn't about to tell Chloe that someone else was the reason I died, even if she suspected it now, which I'm pretty sure she did.
I wanted them to see what I did.
But it was impossible to relive a memory, especially one from a dead girl.
Somehow.
But I couldn't.
So I was confined to this apartment, to listen to the two of them discuss more about my death, though only one of them really knew more than they were letting on. But Austin wasn't about to tell Chloe that someone else was the reason I died, even if she suspected it now, which I'm pretty sure she did.
I wanted them to see what I did.
But it was impossible to relive a memory, especially one from a dead girl.