Blood On the Ice

Oh dear, the SECOND PAGE??!! I LET THIS FALL TO THE SECOND PAGE?!?! I'm sorry for not updating frequently, school stuff, yada yada, blah.
I'll try to update tonight

 

I was in my room, with the journal wide open, and I wrote down the names of my three latest victims: Barbie, Livi, and Angelina. I otook out a Swiss Army Knife and pressed the cold blade against my skin, until I felt the warm presence of blood dripping down my finger. I wiped it across the names and closed the journal, securing it with a click to the lock.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I sighed, putting the journal back in its place in the dictionary, and I returned it to its original location in the bookshelf. Walking down the stairs, I heard the knocking become more insistent. As soon as I opened the door, cops and detectives streamed in.
"Who the hell are these men?!"
"The police, miss." an aged man said to me with a stern voice.
"Rose"-
"Anderson! I told you to stay at the station!" the man barked.
Matthew ignored him and strode over to where I was standing. I worked up a few tears.
"...why are they here? What do they want from me?!" I sobbed.
"No time for waterworks, miss. You're coming in for questioning."
"If I am, then why are they turning my house upside down?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

And before I could do anything, the man pulled out handcuffs and spun me around, restraining me in a few fleeting moments. I struggled against his grip, but for an older man, it was strong.
"This isn't necessary!"
"It is in my book." the man said, motioning to another officer. He leaned foward and murmured something to him, gesturing to me. The office grabbed my wrists and dragged me through the doorway, and threw me into the car.
He slammed the door behind him.

 

Short update.
But better than long ones you wait forever for, eh? 