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October 12th, 2012
Sep. 9th, 2012 03:26 pmI recognized the file as soon as I saw it. The familiar logo of the children's home sticking out between books on that damned bookshelf. Pulling it out, I look around furtively, making sure I'm alone for the few moments it takes for me to open it and scan the contents. I don't like what I see.
Amid the records of immunizations, school records, and behavior reports are the details of the fire that supposedly claimed the lives of my former family members. Officially declared arson with no suspects. Well, no credible suspects. But worse is the hand-written list, a detailing of suspicious accidents that happened when I was around. Accidents that seemed to happen to children that had wronged me.
The Sister's list. The one she used to try and warn them. The one I thought would go away after I killed her.
Sticking the file under my arm, I leave the Compound, after making a quick detour to pick up a few things. I'm almost running as I leave, heading down the path and then off into the underbrush where I quickly clear an area, gather an armful of dry wood and build a fire. It's the only way I can be sure that no one will find the file. I'll burn it.
Once the fire is large enough, I start pulling pages out of the file and feeding them to the flames, beginning with that damning hand-written list. Why? Why is this happening now? I'm so close.
Amid the records of immunizations, school records, and behavior reports are the details of the fire that supposedly claimed the lives of my former family members. Officially declared arson with no suspects. Well, no credible suspects. But worse is the hand-written list, a detailing of suspicious accidents that happened when I was around. Accidents that seemed to happen to children that had wronged me.
The Sister's list. The one she used to try and warn them. The one I thought would go away after I killed her.
Sticking the file under my arm, I leave the Compound, after making a quick detour to pick up a few things. I'm almost running as I leave, heading down the path and then off into the underbrush where I quickly clear an area, gather an armful of dry wood and build a fire. It's the only way I can be sure that no one will find the file. I'll burn it.
Once the fire is large enough, I start pulling pages out of the file and feeding them to the flames, beginning with that damning hand-written list. Why? Why is this happening now? I'm so close.
