Cassandra Kildow

Surge Of Insanity

The silver badge gleamed at me in the dim light and I blinked to clear my thoughts. I was sitting on the curb in front of Mr. Neeson’s house, staring at the asphalt street. A police officer was hovering above me, holding out his badge and yelling something, but I couldn’t hear anything. I could still see the horror that was in the house behind me. Let me explain myself a little, my name is Mackenzie Thomas and I’ve been sentenced to 20 plus years in a correctional facility. Why, you ask. I’ve been accused of killing my best friends.