Chapter 15

• A sombre mood arrested the vicinity, a heavy blanket of horror and fear covered the atmosphere. The room was tense, cottoned with a sense of suffocation. Sabrina, though I had not known her well enough, did not deserve to die the way she did. Certainly not because of me.
• "What is wrong with you?'' I spoke slowly, tears cascading down my cheeks as I looked at him, his back still facing me. His parents were still standing across the entrance, his mom, sobbing quietly as Lucas' father held her.
• "How could you be such a monster?'' I shouted, fist clenched as I moved forward. I watched as his back tensed, his shoulders clenching before he slowly turned to face me. This time, despite the overwhelming fear I had for him, my anger and disgust for what he had done and who he was compelled me to speak up.