Chapter seventy six: taking matters into her own hands

"Ahhhh!" Hannah screamed throwing the innocent vase that sat on the table, shattering it into pieces.

"NOO!!" She screamed again pulling on her hair and slapping herself  in the face.

"How the fuck is she alive! I saw her! I saw her burn to death! How--- aaaahhh!" She removed the covers on her bed scattering them on the floor including the pillows.

"How did she survive!" She said to herself throwing anything and everything all over the floor.

"Why why does she always have to escape! Why does she have to be alive each time! It was a full proof plan! The perfect plan but even then she walked out without a scratched! Damn you Melissa Young, DAMN YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH AAAH!"

She walked into her closet and started scattering all of her clothes until she suddenly came to a halt when a black shiny thing caught her attention----

It was a gun.

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