10 Ways to be a MURDER [?]

December 7th, 2017. 4:36 p.m.

The week went so fast that I feel that I didn’t have enough time to process everything that happened. I will make a summary for you.

The police have discovered that Chase was missing; his parents thought he escaped for a couple of days, but the police had come to a conclusion.

On Blear phone, that was also found on her bedroom dead, her last conversation and for my luck was with Ossie. And they were talking about look for Chase to “make something clear”. Bingo. 

With Ossie, his parents declared openly that they didn’t know that his son used to meet certain people, and as Blear, they didn’t know he was gay.

Back to today, guess where I am today. Let me tell you, in my lovely ex school. Yes, even I get surprised but don’t think this is a friendly visit. The thing is that my next victim is in this place.

The music band of the school was in charge of the activity that they do in the town on December 25th because it was the birth of Jesus. And my dear friend Mila plays the saxophone for this.

The rehearsals finished at 5pm and thanks to that I was able to infiltrate without being recognized. I was having too much luck, and that was scaring the hell out of me.
It was 5:00pm. From the place I was, I could see everyone going out from the chorus room, except of my target. She was always the last one going out; I guess she was saving that big instrument. At the moment I confirmed there was no one else, I decided to get in.

I wished to cut her tongue with my precious scissors, but no. I have something way much better. A small gun that my father saved in his safe box, but he never used it. Pretty common in the town, I could say that all the fathers have one, and obviously they knew how to use it. The silencer just as the pills that I have been using I get them from the boarding school.

I went in carefully for not doing any sound that will alert her and I locked the door. Mila was in front of me accommodating her case.

—Hi, Mila. —she jumped and immediately turned to my direction. I was completely covered that means that she won’t know who I am. 

—Who the fuck are you? —she asked, pretty arrogant girl.

—The one that is going to give you a trip to hell. —I put my hoodie off and immediately shot. A shot right in the head. The blood splashed in the window just like as an abstract paint.

Quickly and with almost nothing to clean I left. This might be the best day I ever had.

***

I cleaned the gun correctly, put the bullets that I used, and put where it was when I took it.

This time I didn’t went to the bathroom first, I didn’t feel dirty as with the others.

Now this dirtiness was part so impregnate in my skin that it didn’t bother anymore. It was already a part of me.

I took my agenda carefully and wrote:

1. Chase Griffer✔
2. Blear Winson✔
3. Ossie Mctaylor✔
4. Mila Garcia✔

Note:
There is no good or evil Lord; there are just people, people that don’t understand what they do or why they do it.