VIXEN/ROSE POV
A week has past since my first ever murder and yet the fear and panic from that same night still cuts deep.
I can barely sleep, or rest.
Food and alcohol have been my most recent companions.
I have never experienced anything like this. I thought I was depressed before but right now I feel like just ending it all.
' Maybe dieing and being with my children is the only way I can finally be free'_ I think as all sorts of suicidal thoughts cross my mind, before I hear my phone buzzing.
Turns out it was just my best friend Brenda calling.
" Hi beautiful" I pretend to be happy.
The last thing I want to do is let her sense that I am depressed.
She wouldn't never stop nagging me if that happens.
" I am at your door step" She says simply and hangs up the call.
I quickly ris
