AUTHORS NOTE: So I might end up writing another chapter of this one for you tomorrow because this one isn't exactly spectacular so... keep your fingers crossed!
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[The New Plan]
He'd killed her.
He'd killed his one true love and it was killing him inside but he knew that was the plan.
The plan was for them all to worry that Sheila was a traitor and then to link the evidence to... He stopped thinking. She'd never been strong enough for suicide. He knew that. That's how they'd met in the first place. They'd met a relief group and from then on, he'd been obsessed with her.
Running the pad of his thumb along the silvery scars at his wrists, he rocked on the floor as he stared at his wall that was dedicated to her and now them. He'd added the odd snapshot from their escapade in the park.
Climbing up from his position, he reached out and ran his thumb down each of their faces before tilting his head slightly. The game wasn't to end until she'd suffered and until there was enough evidence to frame... He stopped thinking about that part of the plan. He hated knowing that he had to frame anyone and even more so knowing he needed to be nearer to that... He trembled.
This was going to work smoothly. It had to. He'd promised her mentally before he'd pulled the trigger.
He could see the blood spatter as the bullet tore through her forehead. The piercing screams of the three girls and the pounding footsteps of the detectives, their cries for the girls to get down. He could see the ginger girl scooping his love into her arms, the tears flaling down her face as she cried for her to wake up. He could hear her praying that it was all a dream and he'd found himself wanting to join her.
How could he continue this without her strength?
She'd been the one to hold his hand whenever he second guessed himself. The one that told him he had a life worth living and he'd always believed that. He believed that because he had her but now... he stopped thinking for a second, his hand rubbing at the pain throbbing at the front of his head. Reaching for the bottle of aspirin on the table, he unscrewed the cap and found himself staring at the brand new bottle filled with pretty white capsules. How easy would it be just to pop them all and end this hell?
No. That's not what she wanted. Taking out two of the capsules and placing the lid back on quickly before he could be tempted, he dry swallowed the pills and then put the bottle back down on the table before reaching out for his knife. He twirled it around as he looked at the pictures of his new girls. He smiled. She'd promised him that putting them out of their misery would be love also and she needed for him to love her girls. He'd promised and he would fulfil that promise.
Bring the blade down onto his thumb, he sliced it before pressing the thumb pad against her face and smiled.
"You're next."
TO BE CONTINUED...