Morgan

"That jerk! Just who does he think he is!?" I say angrily.

"It's not like he WAS following you. What's the big deal?" Katie says as she chews on her french fry.

"I know that. But when I remember how he looked at me with a dumb smirk on his face, I feel so frustrated that I just wanna rip it off." I say to her.

She sighs "Your unbelievable"

Few minutes ago when I was getting ready to go back to the factory, Katie, my senior, offered to walk home together. I had written a different address on my application and that, unfortunately, happened to be near where she lived. So now, after buying French fries from a restaurant, we're on our way back. I'll wait for the fork in the road and then when she's gone, I'll go back.

"By the way, I thought you came to work in your car. Is it in a repair shop at the moment?" I ask her curiously.

"Actually my niece had to take it for a day since her car is the one at the repair shop. I would have walked home alone but the way things are now, it's risky." She stuffs her face with the last bits of french fries.

"I really don't mind. But why is it risky now?"

"Don't you know? That angel wings serial killer! I mean sure she's attacking those who did her wrong but what if she starts killing other innocent people too?" She says worriedly.

How funny. If only she knew...

"True, it IS scary. Wish she's found quickly." I say to Katie.

"I know right. I read somewhere that her mother abused her and her classmates bullied her. I bet that's what turned her into a real psychopath."

She has no idea. There are so many people to blame but Lydia definitely wins the cake.

"I'm going this way now. Well, see you tomorrow." She waves goodbye and goes to the street on the right. The location I've given on my application is to the left.

I walk left and keep on going until I think I've walked far enough. Then I proceed on the journey to go back to the factory.

It was so exhausting today. Bumping into Ethan and seeing him at the Café again was unexpected. I think if I keep running into him he'll slowly realise it's me. The 'Angel wing' serial killer. Seriously, what's up with the wings? Was it some kind of message? Who knows.

There are times when I think it's good that Lydia is killing those people. I mean, no one helped me when I was being bullied. They all ignored me. Avoided me. So why should I care who's dying? In fact, I wish I was there at the time of their death. I want to savour the desperate and helpless look on their faces as they're being murdered. They're getting what they deserved. When I first heard of Helen's death, I was furious by how Lydia was framing me. But deep down inside, I was thrilled. Images of what she did to me flashed into my mind and I realised how satisfying this conclusion was. And then strangely, I find myself waiting for the next murder victim.

I'm finally at Riverdale! Great, my legs are so tired from all this walking.

A question once came to my mind, should I let Lydia kill off those people? It'll be hard to stay away from the police for long though but it will be worth seeing the dead bodies of those ignorant bastards.

My answer to my own question was definitely no. While it would bring me great pleasure, it will never satisfy my hunger for revenge. Negative emotions always surpass positive ones. My anger and hatred for her will never vanish.

In other words, I can never live peacefully until I've killed her with my own hands. It's my life goal. My purpose for living.

I enter into the alleyway and walk towards the trapdoor. Pushing aside the trash bags, I lift open the lid and quickly move inside.

As I walk down the stairs, I think about what Katie said about the killer attacking other innocent people.

No one's EVER truly innocent. Everyone has done something wrong even once in their life. So to call what I'm doing wrong is hypocritical. Why should they be the ones to judge who's wrong and who's right? When I was being bullied no one helped me. Was that right? When mom abused me she always shouted. The neighbours pretended that they didn't hear anything. Everyone...just kept to themselves. No one wanted to get involved. Was this right? It's so unfair...

I walk towards my room door and open it. Entering it, I throw my purse on the table and take off my wig and wig cap. After untieing my hair, I glance towards the table.

I had forgotten to take my phone with me today. Got so bored during lunch break.

Carefully taking off my lenses, I put them in their case.

I then walk out of the room and go towards Jessica's room. Let's relieve all that stress.

When I enter the room, the first thing I notice is the smell of blood and vomit.

Turning the lights on, I see Jessica laying on her stomach with her face turned towards the door.

"Rise and shine! You awake?" I say as I close the door behind me.

I see her looking at me and whispering something.

"What was that?" I ask as I walk closer to her and kneel in front of her.

"...please..kill me.." she utters.

"Hmm...no can do. You haven't given me any information." I say to her.

"Kill me. Please, I just can't.." she tries to say but tears well up in her eyes  she hasn't moved anything except her mouth and eyes. I guess it hurts a lot to move in this state. Although, judging by the empty plate nearby, she did eat the food I gave her.

"I won't kill you," I say to her calmly.

Tears start flowing out of her eyes "Morgan. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry" And she keeps on apologising.

The wonders of mental torture. Seeing how she was in the beginning and how she is now, is amazing. Maybe she'd be more inclined to reveal the information now.

"You'll have to tell me everything," I say to her.

She's now sobbing "I can't...Please! Please, just kill me! I beg you"

"Why can't you tell me?" I persist.

"I can't...I can't...I can't.. please...I beg you, kill me." She cries and with much effort, lifts up her bloody hand and touches my foot all the while sobbing and begging.

Well, now this is pathetic. While it's interesting to see the once great and popular Jessica begging at my feet, it's also...annoying. Makes me look like a bad guy.

"Fine. I'll kill you. But only after you give me the information I need." I say to her.

She sniffs and looks up at me with a red face and a painful look "I can't...I'm not allowed. I can't tell you...I can't! I can't! I can't!" She continues. I think she's starting to lose her mind.

"WHY CAN'T YOU! HUH!? WHY! TELL ME IF YOU WANNA DIE!" I yell at her face.

She keeps on crying bitterly and pathetically "Because...I...have to protect him..."

What? Who?

"Who!? Tell me who! Who are you protecting, Jessica!?" I raise my voice once again. I'm getting closer. Closer to the truth.

"Please kill me. I'm sorry for what I did. Just end me." She sobs.

"WHO IS IT!? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO PROTECT!? TELL ME AND THEN I'LL GRANT YOUR WISH!" I hold her hand away from my foot.

"Liam! my...little brother..." She cries and turns her head to the ground.

I'm baffled. I never knew she had a younger sibling. I kept an eye on her house for three days and he was never seen once. She never even mentioned about having a brother in school. Nor did I see him in any of her family social media accounts. Nevertheless, I understand now.

So Lydia threatened to kill him if she revealed anything to me. Meaning, Jessica knows where she lives. How else will Lydia get the signal that her secret has been revealed. When I go to her house, that's when Jessica's brother will be killed.

"Where is he right now?" I calmly ask her.

She says nothing and silently cries.

"Jessica, tell me where he is? Maybe I can save him from Lydia." I lie. There's no way you would ever tell your Kidnapper the location of your beloved younger sibling.

She may be a horrible and evil person. But I must say, she's one heck of a sister.

"I told you, now kill me." She whispers.

"Where is your brother?" I ask her again. If I get hold of him, I can gain the upper hand and then she'll tell me everything about Lydia without me wasting my breath to repeat the question.

She doesn't say anything.

"I'll bring him to you, how's that?" I say to her confidently.

She pauses and sniffs. I bet she's thinking about what to do. To either allow me to get to him or get him killed by Lydia by spilling the beans. The third option is to keep on begging and looking miserable.

There's only so much a person can take. Everyone has their limits. Their breaking point. And Jessica has finally passed hers.

"Nicholson...children's hospital" she whispers with a crack in her voice.

I smirk and get up.

Her head turns towards me.

" Now, kill me!" She says.

I turn around and walk towards the door.

"YOU SAID YOU'D KILL ME! COME BACK HERE! " She yells from behind.

My hand reaches up to the light switch.

"No....no,no,no,no,no. Please! No! Anything but the dark! I can't see! Don't leave me here! DON'T TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!" she yells frantically and upon glancing back, I see her struggling to crawl towards me with a paranoid expression.

I close the lights and walk out of the room.

"NO! IT'S TOO DARK! GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! NOO-"

I shut the door behind me.