I thought I would have been more hysterical after killing three of my only friends. I thought I would scream and pull my hair out and throw things… Instead, I was calm, collected. My plan to get Katlyn and myself out of the Mausoleum was solid, and with the help of Ashley, Jeremiah, and Robere, I was able to disguise my thoughts and my newly acquired tattoos and appear dazed and filthy when Eric returned.
He stopped short after opening the door when he saw three people missing from the wall. He narrowed his eyes at me. I had situated myself in the middle of the floor, sitting cross-legged and holding the bloody sword like a teddy bear. I looked up at him, like a child about to scold.
“I killed them.” I whispered. “I couldn’t stop myself. They were saying such horrible things about you…”
