Blood Prettied Up Chapter 4
By ~C-Chan~
Author's Note: Thank you to my faithful reviewers! I love you all. And since all of you don't WANT to know who is killing whom u can wait, this is the last chapter and I'll post the names soon. Here's another question: Whom do you think the victim was two-timing the murderer with?
The hospital is so damn white. I wonder if it was meant to look like heaven? Well you were awake, until they took you into surgery. Now you're asleep. So peaceful, eh Darling? Well you look like you think you're safe here.
You're not. I have to make sure you don't talk. They said that you don't remember anything. Good. It'll be easier to keep you quiet. Except I have to keep you from remembering. oh, look you're waking up. You look at me and smile.
"Where am I?" Your voice cracks. It really is too bad you never told me the truth about you and my best friend Then maybe I would've cared enough to believe that you loved me.
"You're at the hospital." I say tiredly. Suddenly I get an idea. I lean over and give you a kiss. You struggle beneath me. And then, after a moment, you give in. I can feel the memories rushing through your mind. Of course you had been lying.
Soon I pull away and you stare at me as though I was the devil himself. I didn't know you felt that way about your own father. You look as though you're going to have a heartattack. I wish you would. You want her more than me. You deserve it.
"Sir, Can I speak to you again?" The detective calls out to me.
"Just a moment." I sit and stare at you for a moment, Dove. Then it happens. You take you're last breath. You are at peace. And I am safe.
"Yes?" I ask, pretending to be over-wrought with guilt. The detective doesn't seem to feel for me. What is going on? What did you tell them, Ducks?
"You're under arrest for the murders of Ginny Weasely and…"
