A/N: Just something for my beautiful readers 3 Read and review and I might just make a sequel ;)

I have to do this. If I don't it'll never end. I keep repeating to myself outloud. Im thankful that my mom is on a, hopefully, business trip.

I can't take the pain anymore, I have to put an end to it or myself. I slide on my gloves and walk to my desk, pulling open my black jansport bookbag. I sigh, dropping my head a bit, but I know I can't put it off any longer. I slide the desk drawer open, slowly. And pull out a black revolver that I stole from Chief Masterson's desk at his home. I smile at myself, for the amazing way I have managed to pull this off. I test the weight of it and smile, grabbing six gold bullets with my other hand. I finish setting it up, and slide the gun into the bag, along with some thick rope, cloth, bleach and a plastic bag.

I slip on my black boots, tucking my black sweats into them. The pants hang off my body like a blanket, they are two sizes too big. I grab my favorite Halloween mask, and slip it on along with my black hoodie that is also too big for me. My body looks disfigured and my face is unrecognizable.

Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I trudge down the stairs, grabbing the Keys to my car and sliding in. A run a finger over the lever and smile again, sighing in content. I pull it into drive and pull out slowly, savoring the drive to her house. I check out all the houses on the final street that lead to her house. Some are small, some are mid-sized and some are huge, mansion like. Then I finally reach her house, and I can't keep the butterflys from shaking me up. I shake a little, but ignore it and grab the bookbag, swinging it onto my shoulder as I step out of the car. Her dad isn't home, I made sure of it, so slamming the door won't be a problem. She'll think its him getting home.

I shut the car and walk to the front door, grabbing the extra key I made from my pocket. I walk in, and shut the door behind me, smiling under my mask as I take a deep breath, settling my nerves. I let out a silent breath and walk to her door, letting the sound of my boots calm me.

I reach her door and I can hear her... She thinks its her dad. She even calls out to him, telling her she's going to sleep. I place my hand delicately on the door knob and turn it slowly, letting my adrenaline build up. I love the rush.

I step inside and set the bag on the desk she keeps next to her door. She's screaming at me now, and I smile. Naive little girl.

She's even turned on the lights, to get a better view. This excites me.

I pull out the rope and gun, disguising my voice by making it deeper.

"Lay down face down." I tell her calmly. I gesture with the gun and she flinches. She doesn't move. This upsets me.

"I said, lay face down." I cocked the gun for emphasis. My voice is harder now, I'm straining to keep it covered.

She whimpers and lays face down. This makes me shiver in delight.

I straddle her slim thighs and tie her wrists together, stroking her smooth skin with my gloved hand.

I climbed up and sat next to her head, stroking her shaggy blonde hair.

"Maybe now you'll learn not to get in other peoples ways." I whisper to her sweetly, placing a soft kiss to her temple, replacing it with the gun after.

She shut her eyes and her lips are moving like she's silently talking

I smile, because I know she's praying. How cute.

"Why?" Jo looked up at me, her eyes innocently asking the question many will ask afterwards. This makes me sigh slightly annoyed, but I laugh instead.

I take of my mask and smile down at her. She screaming at me, but I don't have time for her nonsense. I pull the trigger and her head goes limp, dropping into the bed, her eyes still open. I sigh and wipe some blood from my cheek. I shut her eyes and stand from the bed. I look at her and then at the gun. I still have five more bullets. I nibble at my lip and smile, "I'll probably steal a second one for the future." I say out loud to myself. I wipe the blood from the gun and slide it carefully back into the plastic bag, placing it back in the bag with my mask.

I sigh and walk to Jo's mirror, pulling back the hood and fixing the loose pieces of hair that have fallen from my ponytail. I smile at my appearance and walk to Chief Masterson's office, thankfully it had a bathroom. I walk in, switching on the blinding light, and take out the bleach, cloth and gun from the bag. Filling the sink with bleach and some water, I dip the gun in and make sure to clean it thoroughly without wetting my gloves. Once done, I wiped it down with the cloth and padded to his desk, pulling a second key from my pocket. I opened the secret drawer he kept locked and placed the gun back where it was; exactly. Then cleaned up the bathroom, swung my bag back on my shoulder and turned off the light, closing the door. I walk out of the office and to the front door, making sure to shut off all the lights and leave everything as it was when I got there.

I lock the front door and slide into my car, smiling to myself. I drive home, a little faster this time. I pull into the garage and wait until it closes. I hop out and walk upstairs to my room, stripping away the sweats, putting them in the bleach filled sink.

I hop in the shower and let the warm water run over me as I reminisce what I just did. I wash my hair, my face and my body before shutting off the water and climbing out. I towel myself dry and pull on some pajama shorts and a white tank.

I slide under the covers and let my eyes close, but a loud vibration startles me. Its my phone.

Sender: Hey!

Me: Hey, yourself. It's almost four in the morning. What are you doing up?

Sender: A bit drrrunk. I went out an bought sum alcohol. ;D

Me: Well I'm going to sleep.

Sender: Alright. Just know that I'm thinking about you. Goodnight Lacey.

I smile at Danny's cute comment and snuggle into the covers, falling into a peaceful sleep.