This is not an easy story to tell. It was a beautiful, autumn day when my
Auntie Claire found her daughter, Lizbeth, bound and gagged inside of her
apartment. Her body had gone unnoticed for a week or so and she had
started to rot. This is the story of how my friends and I plan on solving
her murder.
My name is Chloe Sullivan and Lizzie was only nineteen years old when she died. We grew up in Metropolis together which is only a few hours from my new home, Smallville.
As children, we were nothing alike. Even as we became older, people would comment on how we were so dissimilar, I am the aggressive, shoot straight from the hip big mouth. Liz never said a word and was easily overlooked, especially by boys. She was tall and mildly plump, her face resembled that of a cherub. Liz had the most gorgeous hair. It was long, blonde and curly. I often told her how jealous I was. She had green eyes and never wore any makeup. Lizzie looked like she could always use a tan. Uncle Dave called her "Plain Jane." I was her sidekick and you couldn't keep us apart.
Liz had been going to college in Metropolis to study chemistry. It had been her favorite subject in high school. She lived alone near the campus and worked part time at a nearby diner called The Parade. Surprisingly, Lizzie was quite good at her job and she loved it. All her awkwardness and shyness seemed to vanish, but after work was over, she went right back to her old self, quiet and reserved.
Like me, she had a love affair with her laptop. Everywhere she went, it went with her. She even had all of her games on it so that she could escape boredom between classes.
The police found her journal on the desktop. Apparently they told Aunt Claire that she wrote in it everyday. She gave it to me after the funeral, it hurt to read it. She wrote about her life plans, goals and things that ticked her off. I was one of them sadly.
And she wrote about him a lot. Donovan. Who the fuck was he and why did she love him? What he did to her and the things that he made her do made me want to vomit. How could she have loved someone that evil? He oozed his way into her lonely life like a plague and set out to destroy her whole existence. MPD say that they can't prove that he has done anything wrong but I know he did it. Now I have to prove it.
Clark and Pete say to let it go and let the police handle it. Clark, of all people, should know how incompetent they are. They both should know me better than that. I cannot let it go. I know the summer before our senior year was supposed to be spent relaxing at my grandparents' house but we've got work to do. This has to be taken care of. Not for me but for Lizzie. She deserves that much.
My name is Chloe Sullivan and Lizzie was only nineteen years old when she died. We grew up in Metropolis together which is only a few hours from my new home, Smallville.
As children, we were nothing alike. Even as we became older, people would comment on how we were so dissimilar, I am the aggressive, shoot straight from the hip big mouth. Liz never said a word and was easily overlooked, especially by boys. She was tall and mildly plump, her face resembled that of a cherub. Liz had the most gorgeous hair. It was long, blonde and curly. I often told her how jealous I was. She had green eyes and never wore any makeup. Lizzie looked like she could always use a tan. Uncle Dave called her "Plain Jane." I was her sidekick and you couldn't keep us apart.
Liz had been going to college in Metropolis to study chemistry. It had been her favorite subject in high school. She lived alone near the campus and worked part time at a nearby diner called The Parade. Surprisingly, Lizzie was quite good at her job and she loved it. All her awkwardness and shyness seemed to vanish, but after work was over, she went right back to her old self, quiet and reserved.
Like me, she had a love affair with her laptop. Everywhere she went, it went with her. She even had all of her games on it so that she could escape boredom between classes.
The police found her journal on the desktop. Apparently they told Aunt Claire that she wrote in it everyday. She gave it to me after the funeral, it hurt to read it. She wrote about her life plans, goals and things that ticked her off. I was one of them sadly.
And she wrote about him a lot. Donovan. Who the fuck was he and why did she love him? What he did to her and the things that he made her do made me want to vomit. How could she have loved someone that evil? He oozed his way into her lonely life like a plague and set out to destroy her whole existence. MPD say that they can't prove that he has done anything wrong but I know he did it. Now I have to prove it.
Clark and Pete say to let it go and let the police handle it. Clark, of all people, should know how incompetent they are. They both should know me better than that. I cannot let it go. I know the summer before our senior year was supposed to be spent relaxing at my grandparents' house but we've got work to do. This has to be taken care of. Not for me but for Lizzie. She deserves that much.
