Slit Throat Saturday

Chapter 8

Gage and Sydney had caught Hannah. Now, being dragged against her will to Ranger Headquarters for an investigation and interrogation, she was mad as hell.

Hannah closed her eyes as she was handcuffed and placed under arrest for 3-4 accounts for first degree murder. Hannah ignored the Rangers and just let her thoughts fly during the car ride back into Dallas.

Gage kept glancing behind his seat and looking at Hannah. “Stop looking at me,” snarled Hannah while looking out the window. “Gage, leave her alone,” said Sydney.

“Shut and drive bitch,” said Hannah in a soft killer voice. Oh God! I can’t wait to see this girl be put into a cell, thought Sydney.

Arriving at Ranger HQ, Hannah was pulled from the car and pushed into the building and into the Interrogation Room.

Hannah cast her head down as ranger Walker entered the room and looked at the girl who had committed some horrible crimes. “Alright,” said Walker. “I’ll take it from here,” said Walker.

Gage and Sydney exited the room. Walker sat down opposite of Hannah, who was still handcuffed.

“Why did you do it?” asked Walker. Hannah still had her head down, her hair acting as a shield for her eyes. “Was it revenge?” asked Walker. Still, Hannah said nothing.

“You’re underage, so you’ll probably go to a mental institution,” said Walker. Hannah was as silent as a rabbit. “Well, if you’re not going to talk,” said Walker. He got up and went to the door.

“Wait,” said Hannah. Walker turned around and looked at the girl in the eyes. In her eyes, he saw confusion, anger, and sadness. It was like looking at a little scared girl trying to claw her way out.

Walker sat down. “Answer my question,” said Walker. “You want to know why I killed those other kids,” stated Hannah. “What you don’t know is that they asked for it. All of them had tortured me for years in that school. I finally got sick and tired of them, so I got rid of them,” said Hannah. “So it was revenge,” said Walker. “Yes,” said Hannah. “I only killed 3,” said Hannah.

“We tried contacting your father, but he’s not home,” said Walker. “He’s dead,” said Hannah. Walkers eyes went wide. “Did you kill him?” asked Walker.

“Yeah. I stabbed him over and over again with a machete…I cut his limbs off…all I saw was red…blood everywhere,” said Hannah in joy.

“Alright,” said Walker. “I think I have enough,” said Walker. “So do I,” said Hannah. She sat there and waited for the cops to come and take her away.

Hannah was put into a jail cell for the night until it was time for the trial. Hannah wandered around her cell. Thankfully, she had it to herself.

Hannah sat down on the bed. Over near the toilet, there was a mirror. Hannah went over to it and saw her reflection. She saw a cold blooded murderer. “I’m insane. I’m going to be locked up for the rest of my life,” she said.

“I’m leaving. God, this is my was of atoning for all that I have done. Please forgive me, ” she said. Then she checked to make sure the guard was not looking.

He wasn’t at his desk. Quickly, she punched the mirror. Her hand was covered in blood. She picked up a shard and placed it over her wrist.

Slowly, taking the shard, she dug it into her skin, right over her veins. Blood poured out. She took the glass and placed it over her other wrist and sliced it open.

Hannah’s eyes closed. Her body went limp as it touched the cold marble floor. She felt the cold blood pump out of her. Hannah breathed her last breath. Soon, she was dead.

When the guard came back, he screamed at what he saw. The office was a pool of red blood. He went over to the cell and saw that the girl had committed suicide.

He immediately called the Rangers. Ranger Gage, Sydney, Trivette, and Walker came and saw the scene in the cell. D.A. Alex Cahill came and covered her mouth at the gruesome sight.

“I’ve already called the Morgue,” said the officer. “Good. They can clean this up,” said Walker, holding a crying Alex n his arms.

“That’s an awful was to die,” said Gage. Looking at her body, it was covered in blood, her hair was stained in the liquid. Her breathing had stopped.

In the morning, news of Hannah’s suicide spread throughout the state. Everyone went to her grave sight, which was in Old Orchard Cemetery.

Her grave wasn’t with the others. Even in death, she was an outcast. Flowers were left on her grave. Her best and only friend, Celine had come and paid her respects with the rest of the class. “Always knew she was insane,” said one of the boys. the rest of the class agreed. No one had brought flowers, except Celine, She brought a bouquet of red roses. She placed them on top her grave. “Stupid shit,” said another one of the boys.

“ENOUGH!” yelled Celine. “DO YOU WONDER WHY SHE KILLED HERSELF? SHE COULDN’T TAKE IT! YOU ALL MADE FUN OF HER…SO SHE KILLED SOME OF US…MAYBE THIS WAS HER WAY OF ATONEMENT! BESIDES NONE OF YOU KNEW HER!” SHE YELLED. “SO IF YOU HAVE NOTHING NICE TO SAY, THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP,” SHE SNARLED.

Even the teacher was astounded by her words. “Alright that’s enough,” he said. “Yes, that IS enough,” said a female voice. The whole class looked at the grave, and there standing in a white gown, was a ghost apparition of Hannah.

“Thanks for coming, but please, leave me in peace,” she said as she disappeared. Everyone screamed and ran away, except Celine. “Rest in Peace,” Hannah she said with tears.

Celine joined the rest of the class on the bus who were all screaming to get going. Hannah reappeared and smiled. “Thank you Celine,” she said. Hannah floated upwards to the blue sky.

God had forgiven her because she asked for it. She was in heaven, along side her father. He hugged her. Together they walked into the white light.

AN: should I continue??