Finding My Killer

"SCARLETT MIRANDA ROSE." The tombstone read. "FELL OUT OF WINDOW. AGE 16. SHE WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER."

I venomously laugh as I read my tombstone. My name is Scarlett Miranda Rose, and I know
one thing for sure.

I didn't fall out of that window.

I was pushed.



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13. Chapter 13

"Hey Scar," Dad walks out of the hospital bedroom. "Do you want to meet your new little sisters?"

I stand up from the chair I was sitting in and follow him into the room.

I see mom sitting on her bed, holding two little babies, bundled up in pink.

Mom looks up and grins when she sees me. "Hi Scar," She whispers. "Come here, sit."

I go over and sit on the foot of her bed. "I'm... a big sister now?" I ask, the words sounding foreign in my mouth.

She chuckles and nods. "Yeah, you are Scar."

I smile and dad comes up behind me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

"What are their names?" I ask.

"You are now the big sister to Kaylee Nicole Rose, and Haylee Avery Rose." Mom said.

I'm a big sister. I excitedly think to myself.

 

 

"Quit bouncing around!" Kaylee snaps rubbing her temples. "It's irritating me."

I scowl at her and cross my arms over my chest. "This photography contest will decide what will happen to my future--whether or not I'll get into Yale University's School of Art! Shouldn't I be allowed to be nervous?"

She thinks for a moment. "No," And she walks away to look at other peoples photographs on display.

"Ohhkay?" I mumble questioningly and walk to my photos that are on display as well.

I look my first picture, it is of my sisters; it is split in half--on the right side is Haylee, the background behind her is a lit up room with bright, orange walls. She's wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt and is smiling as wide as she can. She wears her long blonde hair straight, and her green eyes shine. Kaylee is on the left side of the photo. The background behind her is dark, with dull, black walls. She wears a dark blue sweatshirt and she's not smiling. Her long blonde hair is messy and tangled, and a single tear slides down her cheek. Her green eyes are unsettling and mournful. The caption above is says, 'No matter how hard people try to hide it, everyone is facing a war inside.'

My second photo is of my cousin Hunter's wedding. His bride, Roslyn, is wearing a beautiful wedding dress, and her brown hair is pinned up with a ruby encrusted hair clip with her veil hanging from it. Hunter is dressed in his tux, and has the biggest grin on his face. The photo is in black and white, and the only part that is in color is Roslyn's ruby hair clip which sparkles as the camera is aimed right. There is no caption for this photo.

My third and final photo is of a simple, light blue, record player that was in my Nana's house. There is nothing special about it. Nothing that sticks out to make it look important. The caption reads, 'Old and unused is unique and beautiful.'

"Come on Scar! They're going to announce the winners, let's go!" Dad ushers me over to the stage where the judges are standing, ready for the crowd to gather.

"Good evening everyone, thank you all for coming." One of the judges speaks into the microphone. "As you know, this contest is to determine who will get a scholarship for Yale University's School of Art in the photography division."

His eyes gaze around the room, to me and my other competitors, then he clears his throat. "We have seen so many great photos and amazing photographers, and we are pleased to announce that the winner today, is Miss Scarlet Miranda Rose!"

My mom, dad, and sisters cheer as I grin and walk onto the stage to shake hands with the judges and to accept the scholarship.

"We have chosen this young photographer for her ideas of simplicity, detail, uniqueness, and deepness of her photos, showing us how something as simple as a record player could show so much more than what it is portrayed as." He turns to me and shakes my hand. "Congratulations, Miss Scarlet. There are high hopes for you in the future."

"Thank you." I say and walk back down off of the stage to my family as everyone congratulates me.

 

 

I wake up in my room and I feel like sobbing. I look to the ceiling and whisper, "I miss my life,"

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