Final Thoughts
The blood. The screaming. I can't take it not anymore it's been far too long.
How could I have pulled the trigger. Me, sweet innocent me. Well at least that's how I used to be.
It started a year ago I was normal a normal girl. I had money, friends, popularity everything. But that class, that class It changes people. It hooks you promising things it can't uphold then it changes you to see things in it's light. Why, why, why, why I should have just said I had other things to do when she asked me to come. I wouldn't have been here. None of this would've happened.
I'm ready to barf I feel it coming, my stomachs churning I feel it. The smell it's still there it will always be there. Why did I kill her. The pool is spreading, the sirens, I can't here them yet but I can't move. "Help!" And her screams they keep screaming for an invisible help that will never come.
Don't expect me to stay in order cause I won't. I'll slip and stumble just like I am now, going to kill the screamer. The class it's stolen my mind. It's gone, gone, gone…
Spiraling falling flailing and her the one that started it all face down gone from this world and into the next. After the screaming girl has been silenced I do what I know needs to be done. I aim the gun at my skull and pull the trigger. I am Rebbeca Gracila Montony, I am 16 years old, I murdered two people and committed suicide, and I hope this world will be better off without me.