629 Sand Rose Avenue. Here it is. As far as I can tell, no one lives here. I can’t see why anyone would want to, though. For so many people, this house was a final resting place. It just wouldn’t feel right, being surrounded by death all the time. I pushed the door in slightly, finding that it was unlocked. Parts of bones still scattered the floor. Time had forgotten the faces they had once belonged to. A skull here, a femur there, a tibia in the corner. Who could’ve terrorized a town so badly? Whoever they were, I’m going to catch them and make sure they suffer all the consequences. I picked up a small skull, looking as if it had belonged to a child. Another larger one, maybe a teenager. A painting was hanging in the wall. It depicted a girl in a coppery brown. Dried blood. A knife was still lying on the floor next to where I was found. It still had my blood on it. Whoever cleaned up the evidence did a horrendous job. I held the switchblade in my hands, looking at myself in the mirror. I saw myself covered in crimson liquid, but it wasn’t my own. It was the blood of ninety nine others. Memories flooded into my brain. Gerard. Frank. The alleyway. Cemetery Drive. The bloody smiles. The laughter. The fun. It was me who terrorized a town and scarred a nation, and I’m damn proud of it. I’m going to find Gerard and Frank. I forgive them for trying to kill me. I’m sorry for making them want to do it. I just want things to go back to the way they were. They won’t know it’s me, and they won’t know I’m coming. For all they know, I’m dead. I can easily change my hair and eye color. Changing my name would probably work. I’ll be better this time, even if it kills them. I’m not going to get attached. I’m not going to give up my secret.
I stared at my new blood red hair, a long way off from its usual dark brown. I would have the aqua colored contacts within a week. They would disguise my chocolate brown eyes. I was no longer Jillian Holloway, but Skylar Eve. When they asked for the reason I was changing my name, I had the perfect one.

“I’ve just woken up from a coma and I want to get a new start on life.” Guilt trip. Gerard Way, Frank Iero, I’m coming for you.

Notes

I do love that house.