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26

Emma Brown

I make my way out of the toilet but what I see is anything from what I expected.

"Hey bitch" the bitch says

i try to grab my knife as fast as i can, but before i get a chance i feel a cold object against a vein in my throat "what do you want slut?" I ask her with gritted teeth

"Emma what the fuck is happening" I hear Matteo ask in worry trough my earpiece

I ignore him, so Nikita won't notice the fact they can hear me.

"I want you dead. Isn't that obvious" she smirks with her ugly plastic face.
I wonder how many turtles she saved with all that plastic

"Fuck, she's with Nikita!" Mariana finally understands the situation

"Well I could say the same to you, I don't like you alive. A grave would suit you better, With the text
'she saved a lot of turtles with the plastic in her body' " I chuckle

"Fuck" I his when she cuts deeper in my skin and I feel a tear slowly leaving my eye. Fuck. I'm pathetic

"You listen bitch, I promised to leave Matteo's family alone but your not family so I can kill you right now. Maybe I should" she smirks

"I fucking dare you, you think Matteo would want you even after you kill me?" I chuckle humorless

"He loves me" she states angry and a weak chuckle escapes my mouth "and then you fucking cheated on him. He would've given you the world and you betrayed him not otherwise" and I see something switch in her eyes. A tear rolling down her cheek
"Shut up!"

She removes the knife from my throat trying to stab me in the stomach but I was faster and took my own knife to stab her instead

"You bitch! Do you even realize how much does dress cost!"
I scoff "well it didn't suit you anyway" i notice my voice and how much it hurts to speak.
This can't be good...

I take my knife out of her stomach and Nikita stumbles and falls to the ground but is fast and throws her knife right into my stomach when I wanted to take a step back.

Everything happens so fast and also so slow at the same time

My eyes suddenly become heavy and I see blood on my hands.

My own blood.

Blood from my throat and stomach and suddenly I cough blood
"Fuck" I his in pain

I move my hands to my throat and I realize the cut is way deeper than I thought

"EMMA WHAT HAPPEND?!" I hear Matteo yell and I think I just got deaf in that ear.
"Emma you okay?" I hear a voice ask in my ear but I can't make out who it is.
"Answer!.... Please." The voice sounds sad?

I see Nikita stand up and taking out her gun from under her dress.

This is it
I'm gonna die

I'm trying to make out who's talking in my ear but it all doesn't make sense at all and it frustrates me so fucking much. My vision is so bad I can not even see Nikita her ugly ass face anymore, the one thing I'm thankful for right now, I only see her long shiny green dress and short hair.

"Say your final words bitch" I hear the bitch voice say and I feel a cold metal against my forehead.
A chuckle escapes my mouth "I'll see you in hell slut" I whisper with a painful voice.

Bang!

Everything goes black

Matteo Romano

Three days later...

"Do I have to attend the funeral Mariana" I ask without any emotions
"Yes Matteo" she groans angry
I'm fucking done with this fucking place called earth.

Luciano took a plane to London yesterday to attend the funeral also.

I look in the mirror, I see myself but it's not me.
I see my beautiful blonde sister behind me and she hugs me tightly "did you ever truly love her?" She asks with her eyes closed

I close my eyes too.

I slowly shake my head with a clenched jaw "no" I whisper softly

"It'll all be okay soon Matteo"

I killed her

And I don't even feel bad, after everything, I didn't even feel bad about it. It makes me a monster.

My siblings and I attend the funeral and unfortunately we couldn't see her face. It wasn't a pretty sight to see the bullet wound so they decided it would be better if the coffin would be closed.

There are speeches and even pictures of her. But my mind isn't there. My thoughts are lost and All I can think of is what I saw and felt the moment Mariana and I walked inside that bathroom.

I feel Marianas hand squeezing my own hand.

And that's how the funeral goes. In completely silence and my thoughts not where they're supposed to be.

The drive back to our place here in London is silent
"Do you regret it?" I hear the voice of my brother ask, Luciano.

"No, I don't" I answer truthfully
"Good" he murmurs

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