Melanie.
Tuesday. Nine days later…
It's been nine days since I woke up here. I don't even know where here is. Nine days since that awful incident. Nine days since Jayce got killed.
I'm sitting on the floor. I'm in the middle of nothing but endless corpse of trees and beautiful nature; in a wooden cabin. I don't think we're in LA.
The room is beautiful and stylish, but in my current circumstance, I find it foreboding. I haven't seen since that morning he arrived the house and caught Jayce and I together.
I whimper, as I recall the blood that soaked the sheets. I recall the smell. The way they had packed Jayce into the bag like he was some sardine. Gripped by the sadness that surrounds that day, I cry again.
"What have I gotten myself into." I mutter in between sobs. "In my bid for revenge, I've gotten myself into the same mess my elder sister fell into. The same mess that got her husband and baby killed. The same mess that got my family killed. Now Jayce is dead." I whimper.
