Chapter Eleven
Dakota had learned a long time cách đây that the hospital always monitored their patients and the ins and outs of the hospital to make sure everything was safe. This gave her the idea that maybe if she could somehow con lợn, chồn the footage out of the nurse's computer, then she would have a tape of Hazel Portwood admitting to the murders for Abigail and Gwendolyn Dalton. This could hopefully get Connor out of jail. It was a long shot and not very well planned out but Dakota had to take the chance.
She sprinted back to the hospital hoping that they hadn't done anything to that tape. Up the elevator and past some policemen who were standing bởi the cafe, Dakota made it to the ward they had kept her in. She found the nearest nurse who had dirty blonde hair, dismal brown eyes, and messy work cloths. She rested her head upon her hand and stared blankly at the computer screen. She didn't even turn to Dakota. "How may I help you?" Her words came out thêm like a grunting noise,
"My name is Dakota Sterling. I was a patient her for a while," she said. "I was just wondering if I could see the what was taped in my room. I was in a coma for most of the time so I don't know what happened."
"That is classified information and I leak it out to bạn then I might loose my job," she replied. "But thing again my life is already puke. My ex-husband married a supermodel, my boyfriend dumped me for my sister, and my house is about to be foreclosed."
"I am sorry to hear that miss but I really need that tape," she said.
"Nothing good is going on in my life." She reached into the cabinet and searched through files of files. "I'm sorry but someone must have already gotten to that tape. Maybe tiếp theo time."
Dakota stared in disbelief of her misfortune. Just when she thought she was able to take down a killer, the killer was always one ate ahead of her. Why didn't Dakota think of this before? She had options. They weren't great options. It they were options and right now Dakota would have down anything to out Hazel in jail for her criminal actions. She trudged down the steps of the hospital pavement. She needed a ride and she knew just who to call.
"Is that Dakota again?" mumbled an agitated Hazel. She directed her annoyed face towards Reese who was currently looking at the text she just received from Dakota. Reese wanted thêm then anything to go help Dakota but Hazel was so controlling that it would be almost impossible to escape. "You better not answer that!"
"I wasn't," Reese đã đưa ý kiến defensive. "She just wants me to take her home." That wasn't entirely true. Dakota actually wanted Reese to take her t the jail where Connor was currently at residence. If she told Hazel that, then she would freak and probably kill off Hazel. This thought popped a câu hỏi into Reese's mind. "Why haven't bạn killed Dakota? She does know that bạn were the one who killed Gwen and Abby. Why not kill her now?"
Hazel pondered the câu hỏi a bit longer then would have been expected. "If I tell bạn all my secrets, then what will I ave left to hold within me." A cruel smile developed on Hazel's fine features. She was unnaturally pale but still pretty even with short black hair. "Besides, if too many turn up dead it only makes it easier to make a connection. A connection which will eventually lead to me."
"Your mind is so different," đã đưa ý kiến Reese. "You are a twisted and evil soul. Why kill Abby in the first place? What did she ever do to you?"
Tears appeared in Hazel's soft eyes. Her emotions were all over the place since the party. "Do bạn think I enjoyed watching my friend Kiss Connor hoặc watching her gain Những người bạn thêm quickly then ever. She had everything while I was just known as her best friend hoặc sidekick. Who would want to be a freakin sidekick?"
Reese felt conflicted. She was torn between trying to reassure her once friend and stare down at Hazel with disgust.
"Just take her to the jail cell," Hazel đã đưa ý kiến through sniffles. Reese was alarmed bởi the sudden change of topic but immediately left before one of them had a chance to change their minds. Reese Kingston grabbed her Gucci áo, áo khoác and headed out the door.
Hazel couldn't do it anymore. She had to do what needed to be done. She grabbed her black studded bag hat held her prized possession and left a couple if hours after Reese's departure.
Dakota had learned a long time cách đây that the hospital always monitored their patients and the ins and outs of the hospital to make sure everything was safe. This gave her the idea that maybe if she could somehow con lợn, chồn the footage out of the nurse's computer, then she would have a tape of Hazel Portwood admitting to the murders for Abigail and Gwendolyn Dalton. This could hopefully get Connor out of jail. It was a long shot and not very well planned out but Dakota had to take the chance.
She sprinted back to the hospital hoping that they hadn't done anything to that tape. Up the elevator and past some policemen who were standing bởi the cafe, Dakota made it to the ward they had kept her in. She found the nearest nurse who had dirty blonde hair, dismal brown eyes, and messy work cloths. She rested her head upon her hand and stared blankly at the computer screen. She didn't even turn to Dakota. "How may I help you?" Her words came out thêm like a grunting noise,
"My name is Dakota Sterling. I was a patient her for a while," she said. "I was just wondering if I could see the what was taped in my room. I was in a coma for most of the time so I don't know what happened."
"That is classified information and I leak it out to bạn then I might loose my job," she replied. "But thing again my life is already puke. My ex-husband married a supermodel, my boyfriend dumped me for my sister, and my house is about to be foreclosed."
"I am sorry to hear that miss but I really need that tape," she said.
"Nothing good is going on in my life." She reached into the cabinet and searched through files of files. "I'm sorry but someone must have already gotten to that tape. Maybe tiếp theo time."
Dakota stared in disbelief of her misfortune. Just when she thought she was able to take down a killer, the killer was always one ate ahead of her. Why didn't Dakota think of this before? She had options. They weren't great options. It they were options and right now Dakota would have down anything to out Hazel in jail for her criminal actions. She trudged down the steps of the hospital pavement. She needed a ride and she knew just who to call.
"Is that Dakota again?" mumbled an agitated Hazel. She directed her annoyed face towards Reese who was currently looking at the text she just received from Dakota. Reese wanted thêm then anything to go help Dakota but Hazel was so controlling that it would be almost impossible to escape. "You better not answer that!"
"I wasn't," Reese đã đưa ý kiến defensive. "She just wants me to take her home." That wasn't entirely true. Dakota actually wanted Reese to take her t the jail where Connor was currently at residence. If she told Hazel that, then she would freak and probably kill off Hazel. This thought popped a câu hỏi into Reese's mind. "Why haven't bạn killed Dakota? She does know that bạn were the one who killed Gwen and Abby. Why not kill her now?"
Hazel pondered the câu hỏi a bit longer then would have been expected. "If I tell bạn all my secrets, then what will I ave left to hold within me." A cruel smile developed on Hazel's fine features. She was unnaturally pale but still pretty even with short black hair. "Besides, if too many turn up dead it only makes it easier to make a connection. A connection which will eventually lead to me."
"Your mind is so different," đã đưa ý kiến Reese. "You are a twisted and evil soul. Why kill Abby in the first place? What did she ever do to you?"
Tears appeared in Hazel's soft eyes. Her emotions were all over the place since the party. "Do bạn think I enjoyed watching my friend Kiss Connor hoặc watching her gain Những người bạn thêm quickly then ever. She had everything while I was just known as her best friend hoặc sidekick. Who would want to be a freakin sidekick?"
Reese felt conflicted. She was torn between trying to reassure her once friend and stare down at Hazel with disgust.
"Just take her to the jail cell," Hazel đã đưa ý kiến through sniffles. Reese was alarmed bởi the sudden change of topic but immediately left before one of them had a chance to change their minds. Reese Kingston grabbed her Gucci áo, áo khoác and headed out the door.
Hazel couldn't do it anymore. She had to do what needed to be done. She grabbed her black studded bag hat held her prized possession and left a couple if hours after Reese's departure.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
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Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed bạn and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side bởi side.
