All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
The Police Are Wrong
‘I knew something about her wasn’t right. I knew it. I knew the police should’ve believed me.’ Ray thought. He was blasting his music, just like he always did. He was also going though his evidence, like he always did. From the day Gerard and Frank decided to bring that strange girl into the house, Ray knew something was off. He did his research and found her to be an old friend. Well, not his friend, but Gerard’s friend, Frank’s friend. He had read it in the papers. “Girl survives attempted homicide, in critical condition” “Girl wakes up from ten year coma” “Smile Killer survivor found”. It was obvious! He couldn’t believe the others couldn’t see through her disguise. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Damian crying, and Skylar running to get him. Ray hated how she had to bring a child into all of this. A murderer couldn’t possibly be a fit parent. He had called the police on her multiple times, saying he had evidence. They waved him off, saying he didn’t have enough to case suspicion. He needed to show them. But when he did, they still didn’t believe him. Apparently her diary entries were ‘normal’. ‘Sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hands.’ He thought, looking at a painting Gerard had done for him. Only he knew that behind it, there was a safe. Only he knew the combination. Only he knew about the loaded gun inside the safe. Ray knew that sometimes, Two wrongs DO make a right. Meanwhile, a sleep-deprived Skylar was trying to lull Damian back to sleep after feeding him. Children can be so... hard to deal with. Mikey walked over from their bed, placing his hand on her shoulder. He couldn’t sleep either, due to the constant crying of his newborn son. Don’t get me wrong, they both loved him dearly. They just wished for help that would never come.
It was Skylar’s turn to ‘get coffee’ that night. Of course, you and I both know what that really meant. They had to take turns, whenever Ray or Bob wasn’t free to babysit. Ray was in his room constantly, only coming out for necessities. Bob was mostly free, and was actually wonderful at looking after small children. Tonight, he came home drunk, so it wouldn’t work out. It felt like someone was following Skylar as she made her way to a familiar alley. Perhaps it was the wind? She thought she saw a moving shadow on top of a roof. She looked up to find nothing but a dark, circular mass. ‘Oh, it’s a simple plant, probably from someone’s rooftop garden.’ She thought, quite relieved. ‘Though, it does need some watering. It’s quite brown, and the leaves are curling.’ She waited for someone to walk by her hiding spot, knife glinting in the moonlight. A man walked by, seeming to be in has mid twenties.
“Damian?” Skylar called. ”Damian? Damian?!” She ran out onto the sidewalk as the man approached.
“Have you seen my son? His name is Damian... I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Please... help me!” She said, nearly in tears.
“Geez, sorry about your kid, lady. I’ll do what I can.” He replied. Skylar shook his hand. A noise sounded from the alleyway, most likely a raccoon. She called the name once more, and dragged the man in, ‘reacting to the sound’. There, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to drop to the ground. The knife was stabbed through his back, slicing all the was down his spine. He tilted his head back to scream, exposing his stomach. Skylar saw this as an opportunity, slicing through the soft abdominal skin. A bright light flashed, possibly lightening. Skylar didn’t care. She was in her zone. Every organ in the man’s body was wonderful to her, the pink ones, the red ones, the brown ones, the beating ones, the slippery ones. Every one was unique in its function, and unique in its ability to help the death along. When the kidneys were sliced, they did nothing but cause pain. When the beautiful, beautiful organ called the heart was torn out, it killed him. Skylar loved how it beat one final time in her hand, squeezing out the last of its blood all over her fingers. Another flash. Another. She supposed it would start raining, so she headed home after giving the man his smile. The body she left behind was no one now. Another knife in her hands, a stain that never came off. Just as it should be.
Ray looked at the pictures he’d gotten that night. They were perfect. The rooftop gave him the perfect view of her. She did those HORRIBLE things to an innocent man.
“The next time she goes out alone...” he said. His sentence was never finished. It didn’t have to be. It’s not like anyone was meant to hear it. Besides, he already knew what would happen.‘I knew something about her wasn’t right. I knew it. I knew the police should’ve believed me.’ Ray thought. He was blasting his music, just like he always did. He was also going though his evidence, like he always did. From the day Gerard and Frank decided to bring that strange girl into the house, Ray knew something was off. He did his research and found her to be an old friend. Well, not his friend, but Gerard’s friend, Frank’s friend. He had read it in the papers. “Girl survives attempted homicide, in critical condition” “Girl wakes up from ten year coma” “Smile Killer survivor found”. It was obvious! He couldn’t believe the others couldn’t see through her disguise. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Damian crying, and Skylar running to get him. Ray hated how she had to bring a child into all of this. A murderer couldn’t possibly be a fit parent. He had called the police on her multiple times, saying he had evidence. They waved him off, saying he didn’t have enough to case suspicion. He needed to show them. But when he did, they still didn’t believe him. Apparently her diary entries were ‘normal’. ‘Sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hands.’ He thought, looking at a painting Gerard had done for him. Only he knew that behind it, there was a safe. Only he knew the combination. Only he knew about the loaded gun inside the safe. Ray knew that sometimes, Two wrongs DO make a right. Meanwhile, a sleep-deprived Skylar was trying to lull Damian back to sleep after feeding him. Children can be so... hard to deal with. Mikey walked over from their bed, placing his hand on her shoulder. He couldn’t sleep either, due to the constant crying of his newborn son. Don’t get me wrong, they both loved him dearly. They just wished for help that would never come.
It was Skylar’s turn to ‘get coffee’ that night. Of course, you and I both know what that really meant. They had to take turns, whenever Ray or Bob wasn’t free to babysit. Ray was in his room constantly, only coming out for necessities. Bob was mostly free, and was actually wonderful at looking after small children. Tonight, he came home drunk, so it wouldn’t work out. It felt like someone was following Skylar as she made her way to a familiar alley. Perhaps it was the wind? She thought she saw a moving shadow on top of a roof. She looked up to find nothing but a dark, circular mass. ‘Oh, it’s a simple plant, probably from someone’s rooftop garden.’ She thought, quite relieved. ‘Though, it does need some watering. It’s quite brown, and the leaves are curling.’ She waited for someone to walk by her hiding spot, knife glinting in the moonlight. A man walked by, seeming to be in has mid twenties.
“Damian?” Skylar called. ”Damian? Damian?!” She ran out onto the sidewalk as the man approached.
“Have you seen my son? His name is Damian... I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Please... help me!” She said, nearly in tears.
“Geez, sorry about your kid, lady. I’ll do what I can.” He replied. Skylar shook his hand. A noise sounded from the alleyway, most likely a raccoon. She called the name once more, and dragged the man in, ‘reacting to the sound’. There, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to drop to the ground. The knife was stabbed through his back, slicing all the was down his spine. He tilted his head back to scream, exposing his stomach. Skylar saw this as an opportunity, slicing through the soft abdominal skin. A bright light flashed, possibly lightening. Skylar didn’t care. She was in her zone. Every organ in the man’s body was wonderful to her, the pink ones, the red ones, the brown ones, the beating ones, the slippery ones. Every one was unique in its function, and unique in its ability to help the death along. When the kidneys were sliced, they did nothing but cause pain. When the beautiful, beautiful organ called the heart was torn out, it killed him. Skylar loved how it beat one final time in her hand, squeezing out the last of its blood all over her fingers. Another flash. Another. She supposed it would start raining, so she headed home after giving the man his smile. The body she left behind was no one now. Another knife in her hands, a stain that never came off. Just as it should be.
Ray looked at the pictures he’d gotten that night. They were perfect. The rooftop gave him the perfect view of her. She did those HORRIBLE things to an innocent man.
“The next time she goes out alone...” he said. His sentence was never finished. It didn’t have to be. It’s not like anyone was meant to hear it. Besides, he already knew what would happen.
It was Skylar’s turn to ‘get coffee’ that night. Of course, you and I both know what that really meant. They had to take turns, whenever Ray or Bob wasn’t free to babysit. Ray was in his room constantly, only coming out for necessities. Bob was mostly free, and was actually wonderful at looking after small children. Tonight, he came home drunk, so it wouldn’t work out. It felt like someone was following Skylar as she made her way to a familiar alley. Perhaps it was the wind? She thought she saw a moving shadow on top of a roof. She looked up to find nothing but a dark, circular mass. ‘Oh, it’s a simple plant, probably from someone’s rooftop garden.’ She thought, quite relieved. ‘Though, it does need some watering. It’s quite brown, and the leaves are curling.’ She waited for someone to walk by her hiding spot, knife glinting in the moonlight. A man walked by, seeming to be in has mid twenties.
“Damian?” Skylar called. ”Damian? Damian?!” She ran out onto the sidewalk as the man approached.
“Have you seen my son? His name is Damian... I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Please... help me!” She said, nearly in tears.
“Geez, sorry about your kid, lady. I’ll do what I can.” He replied. Skylar shook his hand. A noise sounded from the alleyway, most likely a raccoon. She called the name once more, and dragged the man in, ‘reacting to the sound’. There, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to drop to the ground. The knife was stabbed through his back, slicing all the was down his spine. He tilted his head back to scream, exposing his stomach. Skylar saw this as an opportunity, slicing through the soft abdominal skin. A bright light flashed, possibly lightening. Skylar didn’t care. She was in her zone. Every organ in the man’s body was wonderful to her, the pink ones, the red ones, the brown ones, the beating ones, the slippery ones. Every one was unique in its function, and unique in its ability to help the death along. When the kidneys were sliced, they did nothing but cause pain. When the beautiful, beautiful organ called the heart was torn out, it killed him. Skylar loved how it beat one final time in her hand, squeezing out the last of its blood all over her fingers. Another flash. Another. She supposed it would start raining, so she headed home after giving the man his smile. The body she left behind was no one now. Another knife in her hands, a stain that never came off. Just as it should be.
Ray looked at the pictures he’d gotten that night. They were perfect. The rooftop gave him the perfect view of her. She did those HORRIBLE things to an innocent man.
“The next time she goes out alone...” he said. His sentence was never finished. It didn’t have to be. It’s not like anyone was meant to hear it. Besides, he already knew what would happen.‘I knew something about her wasn’t right. I knew it. I knew the police should’ve believed me.’ Ray thought. He was blasting his music, just like he always did. He was also going though his evidence, like he always did. From the day Gerard and Frank decided to bring that strange girl into the house, Ray knew something was off. He did his research and found her to be an old friend. Well, not his friend, but Gerard’s friend, Frank’s friend. He had read it in the papers. “Girl survives attempted homicide, in critical condition” “Girl wakes up from ten year coma” “Smile Killer survivor found”. It was obvious! He couldn’t believe the others couldn’t see through her disguise. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Damian crying, and Skylar running to get him. Ray hated how she had to bring a child into all of this. A murderer couldn’t possibly be a fit parent. He had called the police on her multiple times, saying he had evidence. They waved him off, saying he didn’t have enough to case suspicion. He needed to show them. But when he did, they still didn’t believe him. Apparently her diary entries were ‘normal’. ‘Sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hands.’ He thought, looking at a painting Gerard had done for him. Only he knew that behind it, there was a safe. Only he knew the combination. Only he knew about the loaded gun inside the safe. Ray knew that sometimes, Two wrongs DO make a right. Meanwhile, a sleep-deprived Skylar was trying to lull Damian back to sleep after feeding him. Children can be so... hard to deal with. Mikey walked over from their bed, placing his hand on her shoulder. He couldn’t sleep either, due to the constant crying of his newborn son. Don’t get me wrong, they both loved him dearly. They just wished for help that would never come.
It was Skylar’s turn to ‘get coffee’ that night. Of course, you and I both know what that really meant. They had to take turns, whenever Ray or Bob wasn’t free to babysit. Ray was in his room constantly, only coming out for necessities. Bob was mostly free, and was actually wonderful at looking after small children. Tonight, he came home drunk, so it wouldn’t work out. It felt like someone was following Skylar as she made her way to a familiar alley. Perhaps it was the wind? She thought she saw a moving shadow on top of a roof. She looked up to find nothing but a dark, circular mass. ‘Oh, it’s a simple plant, probably from someone’s rooftop garden.’ She thought, quite relieved. ‘Though, it does need some watering. It’s quite brown, and the leaves are curling.’ She waited for someone to walk by her hiding spot, knife glinting in the moonlight. A man walked by, seeming to be in has mid twenties.
“Damian?” Skylar called. ”Damian? Damian?!” She ran out onto the sidewalk as the man approached.
“Have you seen my son? His name is Damian... I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Please... help me!” She said, nearly in tears.
“Geez, sorry about your kid, lady. I’ll do what I can.” He replied. Skylar shook his hand. A noise sounded from the alleyway, most likely a raccoon. She called the name once more, and dragged the man in, ‘reacting to the sound’. There, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to drop to the ground. The knife was stabbed through his back, slicing all the was down his spine. He tilted his head back to scream, exposing his stomach. Skylar saw this as an opportunity, slicing through the soft abdominal skin. A bright light flashed, possibly lightening. Skylar didn’t care. She was in her zone. Every organ in the man’s body was wonderful to her, the pink ones, the red ones, the brown ones, the beating ones, the slippery ones. Every one was unique in its function, and unique in its ability to help the death along. When the kidneys were sliced, they did nothing but cause pain. When the beautiful, beautiful organ called the heart was torn out, it killed him. Skylar loved how it beat one final time in her hand, squeezing out the last of its blood all over her fingers. Another flash. Another. She supposed it would start raining, so she headed home after giving the man his smile. The body she left behind was no one now. Another knife in her hands, a stain that never came off. Just as it should be.
Ray looked at the pictures he’d gotten that night. They were perfect. The rooftop gave him the perfect view of her. She did those HORRIBLE things to an innocent man.
“The next time she goes out alone...” he said. His sentence was never finished. It didn’t have to be. It’s not like anyone was meant to hear it. Besides, he already knew what would happen.
