Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: Hey, the spacing on this is being really gay. I keep trying to seperate it, but it keeps clumping everything together. Sorry if it's hard to read. Stupid blogger -.-

Chapter Twelve

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I opened my eyes. I sat up. Where was I? I wasn’t in my own bed. I put my hands on my face and I realized I was crying. That’s when my last conscious day came back to me in flashes.

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My name being called over the loud speaker at school. Miss Wilson crying when she saw me. The principal’s bawling. Miss Wilson calling the cops. Being sent of out the office. L girl saying she was there for me. All the seniors crying and giving me looks. Dillon crying. The two undercover cops showing up at school. “I hate suicide cases, always the same. People crying today but tomorrow they’ll be off partying. Ugh. Especially in high school.”

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The cops leading me to that strange building. The evil lady. Her lies. How the three men were so prepared for me to attack her. The way she was so calm.

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All those things. They finally made sense. Mikey was dead. I wasn’t the criminal. I was the victim. Mikey was gone. I wanted to know how. I wanted to know why. And I wanted to know, now.

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I wasn’t screaming. I wasn’t cursing. I wasn’t scratching. I wasn’t kicking. No one was holding on to me. But I felt the weight of three men holding down my heart. And I needed the weight lifted.