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"She killed her parents."

"Claire?" Susanne was talking with the police officer that was still convinced that I was the killer.

"Yes, your daughter planned and carried out the murdered of Garred and Maggie Ruhner. She also committed the crime of my wife, Wanda Leanne Galla."

"But why?"

"That's why we need to push more on her with questioning."

"Do you want me to get her?" She asks.

"Please," He said.

I walked out of my room and went downstairs as Susanne was walking up.

"The police need me?"

"Yeah, come here."

I move with Susanne and then I notice that the police officer is none other than Derek. That stupid bastard.

"Hello Claire," he siad.

"Just take me in for questioning."

He gently grabbed me and Susanne got into her car.

We rode to the station and inside we were placed inside the same office.

"I thought you set me free?" I said.

"Not so fast. I was just tired. I have more questions."

He trashed me around with some more stupid questions. I answered them all very carefully and very thoroughly.

"I am going to ask you again," He said.

"Did you kill your family?" He asked.

"No!! I said no!"

"Just tell me the truth, we won't put you in jail."

There was a long pause. A very long pause. No jail. Would I be put in a mental institution if I confess? Would anyone forgive me? How would my life be damaged after this? Once and for all, it feels good to say the truth so I say it. I say the truth. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Like a knife into my throat. I almost can't say it. I just blurt it all out. I say:

"It was an accident."

"So you killed them on accident?"

"Yeah." I said. I was done lying. I was done trying to freaking hide the fact that I had killed my own family and that they were dead. I hated knowing the fact that I had killed my mother.

That is why I made all the cover ups about the man and that's why I tried to kill myself.

I hated myself for that. How could you live a live knowing that you killed your own parents.

I feel dead. I was dead. I am freaking dead.

"You want to hear the story?"

"Please tell."

"Okay, here it goes:"

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