Hey it's me Anna again, writing another fanfiction...
Disclaimer: I own Grace Everwood and that's about it unfortunately.
PROLOGUE
My name is Grace Everwood and I'm a murderer.
Oh, that made it sound like this is some sort of a therapy group. It's not, trust me. If anything, what I'm doing is only going to screw me up even more. Maybe my next murder won't be an accident.
I already kinda hope it won't be.
I had the best life a girl in her senior year could think off- the popularity, the grades, the cheer captain status, the quarterback boyfriend, set on the track to be a famous journalist. Living the dream in New York City.
All that changed in one single instant. One single second of my mother's eyes turning black turned my world upside down. Like omg I was going crazy. Like hey, bff, I think I'm going crazy. Then like bff telling school I was losing it and everyone avoiding me and Mom acting weirder and weirder and coming home and my mom attacking me with black eyes.
And like stabbing her in the heart and seeing black smoke flying out of her mouth, emptying her eyes back to a deep brown surrounded by white. Back to normal. Her look of confusion and blood dripping from her lips.
Her last word: "Gracie?" Her eyes adding to the question, why? Before I watched the life suck from her eyes and her face and her arms and her back and her legs. She fell forward into my arms and I screamed, over and over again. I screamed her name. I begged her to listen, forgive me, to understand. Begged her to wake up.
But she didn't listen. All she did was slowly trickle blood into my cheerleading uniform, forever staining the shirt, and me.
And she hadn't realized. She didn't know what I know now, what I didn't know then. That she was possessed and I didn't know she was still in there, and I could still save her.
So in one instant, everything I had going for me was gone and I murdered my mother.