After a while I finally stop sobbing and we sit on the swings, slowly swinging back and forth.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Luke asks, and I don't answer him at first, mainly because I have absolutely no idea what to do next. Now that the entire town knows me as a murderer, I can't go home. My parents would never accept me. I can't go to Luke's house either, as I'm sure that they would share my parents opinion. The only option is to sleep on the streets, which poses it's own problems, the main one being that there is a strict curfew, and as I mentioned before, any people caught outside after curfew can be killed on sight. Unfortunately, this is the best option I've got.
"I suppose I'll sleep on the streets somewhere, hidden. Luckily I still have my keys, so in the morning I'll head back to my house and grab some stuff, and then I'm leaving." The last part is a lie. First, I'll kill the leader, and then, assuming I'm not caught, I'll leave. Luke doesn't need to know this though. He is quiet for a minute before clearing his throat.
"There's no need for that. You will probably get yourself killed. You can stay at my place for now." He says, looking at me to see my reaction.
"Luke, that's really considerate of you, really it is. But considering I'm kind of a murderer, your parents might not be cool with me sleeping over." I reply, and immediately his eyes darken and he grabs my hand and squeezes it.
"Listen to me. You. Are. Not. A. Murderer. What happened to Dallas was unavoidable. You killed him because you had to, not because you wanted to." Luke says fiercely, and I look away. Despite his words, I know that it doesn't matter. I killed Dallas, and that is all that matters.
"Fine. Even though you don't think I'm a murderer, your parents probably won't share your viewpoint." I say quietly, and he sighs.
"Well then, we just won't tell them. Let's go." He says as he stands up, and holds out his hand to me. I take it and stand, and together we walk away.

I lay awake in the dark, staring at Luke's ceiling. He's fast asleep, but for obvious reasons, I'm having trouble. I just can't get the look on Dallas' parents faces when I told them what I had done out of my mind. I shift onto my side, hoping that perhaps that will help. It doesn't. Even Luke tried really hard to make sure I was comfortable, he couldn't really do much so that his parents wouldn't get suspicious. You would think that after a week of sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag a floor would be easy to get to sleep on, but you would be wrong. I suppose I have gotten soft, sleeping in a bed for the last couple weeks. Luke gallantly offered me his bed, but I politely refused. He has already helped me so much, he deserves to be able to sleep in his own bed. Tomorrow I don't care what happens. I am going to break into the town hall, and I am going to kill the new mayor. After that, provided that I'm able to get in and out without dying, I will head straight to my house, pack a bag, and get out of town. I will probably have to do some hitchhiking, but I will have to take the risk of being picked up by a psychopath. Then, I will never come back, at least not for a while. Eventually I'll make my way to a big city, and earn money somehow. I won't miss my parents. The look in their eyes when I made my announcement proves that they only care about their reputation. The only person who I will miss is Luke, the one person I can count on. I hope he will understand. Hopefully he will forget all about the girl who he went through a hostage situation with, who killed one of his friends, who killed the one who made her, who then disappeared out of his life forever. Actually, scratch that. I'm pretty unforgettable. I glance at his alarm clock. 3:24 am. I then look at Luke's sleeping form. I realize that he deserves an explanation. Digging in my bag (I grabbed it before I snuck into Luke's house) I grab my journal, the one that has all of my plans, as well as diary entries from the incident, and sketches. I quickly scribble a note on the very last page, and place it in place on top of my sleeping bag, stand up, and go to the window. Before I open it I just stop and look at him for a minute or two. He looks so peaceful sleeping. Looking at him now, you wouldn't be able to tell that he had lived through such a horrendous ordeal. I see him twitch and grimace, and wonder what he is dreaming about. Probably nightmares, like the ones that frequent my dreams. Suddenly it hits me. This might be the last time I ever see him again. A single tear slips down my cheek, and I swipe frantically at it. This isn't the way it should be. What went so wrong in my life, that I am now about to kill someone and leave my life behind? I know. This all started the second I got on that bus. If only I hadn't ignored my teacher! There is no time for self-regret. I have to get into position before the mayor arrives. Without another glance, I slide open the window and hop out of it, grateful that Luke's room is on the first floor. I walk around to the front of the house, take one last look at Luke's house and mine, and start walking down the street. I have a job to do.

Finally another chapter! I am so sorry about the lack of updates. I kind of got my tablet taken away, so I wasn't able to update. However, the story is almost over, and I will miss it. It has almost been three months since I started this story, and we are almost to 400 reads! As always, thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed this chapter remember to vote and comment.
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