Chapter 1
One Last Post
“She didn’t even let her face heal. She just barged into the hospital and hit me like I was the one that messed her surgery up. I was just a nurse and I was one of the victims” I said.
“You little liar,” he said as he kicked me into a bag of bodies “So that is why you killed her isn’t it because she put a small scratch on your little body?” he said
“Ugh!”I said as I crawled to my feet. “I am so sorry” I begged, “Please don’t kill me, have mercy on me, you already killed my friend!” He paused and then hit me with the pliers he used to pull my fingernails off one by one.
“Stop talking,” he said as he kicked me again. I slid over to my phone. I saw the live stream signal. I pressed the button.
I saw the comments rolling in “omg is that blood” and “Ali where are you!” and so on, I couldn’t say anything or he would kill me. All of a sudden I saw something move in one of the bags. it was Isabella! She signaled me to save her some time. I stood and then said, “Why are you doing this Doha!”
He answered with “Ha are you stupid I am Ivan your so-called friend; if I was your friend you wouldn’t have posted that video over a small little-” his sentence was cut short because just then Isabella had crawled over and bit his leg he reacted by spinning around and kicking her over into a wall making knives fall to the floor.
As I looked over to see what the knife fell off of, I saw tons of pictures. All with blood on them he looked over to her and said “you stupid girl, you killed her you’re a fucking murderer” I don’t know what you are talking about please let me go.”He ran at me and cut my arm. I was on the verge of crying but I couldn’t. It was not because I was sad but because I was mad. I was mad because he told me Isabella was dead but she wasn’t I was so mad at him he was not whom I thought he was but a fake.
“Ivy is dead but she was not. She was my mom and the person who made the video was my aunt. “I said quietly ”let me go you creep” I screamed at him just then I smelt gas, what are you doing you psycho? I was not going to just leave this putrid world alone you are coming with me” No!” I yelled. Then the cops broke in through the door and they were shocked. Suddenly Doah started singing a strange song.
“In the middle of the day late at night two dead boys got up to fight back to back they faced each other drew their swords and shot each other the def policeman heard the noise and came to save the two dying boys don’t believe this story is true to ask the blind man he saw it to-” he stopped. I was crying at this point. I was horrified that he was still willing to put up a fight after all the things he had put me through. I was crying, fighting to stay alive. I was sobbing my eyes out. I grabbed the knife and started cutting my wrist. I reached and grabbed the lighter and burnt my skin. I repeatedly said, “No, no, no no!,” I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said to me, all the things he had said all the times he was right about me, every time he had touched me I burnt myself. Every time I would think about him I would regret life Then it was all over I hung myself.
