Memories From a Dead Girl
Fifty-Seven
I closed my eyes, trying not to panic. Curled up on the couch, waiting for Austin and Chloe to emerge from the bedroom, I couldn't escape the truth any longer. It had been there, in the back of my mind, for a long time, it seemed, and now I had to face it.
I didn't have much time left.
I would be completely gone from this world, and they would be alone, still searching for answers to my final day.
I had to help them find my killer.
Before it was too late.
I didn't have much time left.
I would be completely gone from this world, and they would be alone, still searching for answers to my final day.
I had to help them find my killer.
Before it was too late.
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Sheesh, sorry for the mega-delayed/super short update. I'm still trying to figure this story out.
Also, THIS happened T_T
Also, THIS happened T_T