The Graduation Massacre

When the police arrived, I was still finishing the job. The blade was buried deep in my cousin's stomach, and when I pulled it out, blood splattered all over my face. Even the officers, who had seen their fair share of murder scenes, couldn't help but gasp. Calmly, I placed the knife down, walked toward them, and extended my hands. "Take me in. I made the call." Captain Jefferson froze. He could not believe that I had killed all three tables of bodies. "You? Annabelle? Are you kidding me?" He knew me. When my parents passed away, it was he who handled the case. Back then, when my relatives stormed into the house fighting over the inheritance, and my uncle brandished a kitchen knife, he was the officer who diffused the situation. Now, seeing me drenched in blood, his expression was a mix of shock and confusion. Even after I was taken to the interrogation room and the forensic team reconstructed the crime scene, Captain Jefferson was still in disbelief. "Ann

At this point, the families of the victims were relentless, contacting the media and demanding the death penalty for me. They wanted justice. Some even stormed the police station, shouting that I should pay with my life. The mounting public and media attention placed immense pressure on the police. Three days later, Captain Jefferson finally came to see me. He placed a cup of water in front of me and then handed over a folder of documents. My brows furrowed tightly as I saw the contents. "Annabelle, your academic record is impressive. You won multiple scholarships, worked part-time jobs, and were even recognized as an outstanding graduate. Were you that desperate for money? "We found out that throughout your four years in college, you held multiple part-time jobs—sometimes three at once. Yet your bank account only has three thousand dollars left. "You could’ve landed a great job after graduation. With your qualifications, any top company would’ve hired you. So why re

"A top student with excellent grades and character, receiving multiple scholarships, including the national inspirational scholarship, for four consecutive years. Why would she throw away such a bright future to become a murderer? There must be more to the story!" "I think her physical health is fine, but she must have psychological trauma." "I was Annabelle's classmate in high school. There was a time when her mental state was extremely unstable. She would often hide and cry in secret. I even saw scars on her wrist!" "When I asked her about it, she wouldn't say anything. She just seemed withdrawn and gloomy." "Looking back now, she was probably repressing something awful." "I refuse to believe she'd kill anyone without reason. If she did, she must have been forced into a corner!" "Her cousin Pete barely managed to get into a mediocre college. After graduation, all he did was play video games. The entire family lived off her inheritance from Annabelle’s parents. Annab

There are too many dark corners in this world. As insignificant as ants, people like us did not have much power.I couldn’t fight them, and I had no control over my own life. So, the only thing I could do was make a bigger impact.I secretly bought the rat poison myself. At least I was still a student, which gave me an identity that allowed me to do more. All I could manage was to take them down with me. The facts were undeniable. The website administrator was extradited back to the country. Due to the massive sums involved and the serious nature of the crimes, everyone who participated in the transactions was arrested. It was a long and tedious process, and because of that, my case was put on hold. They had to wait until every piece of evidence was secured before passing judgment. During this time, I was held in solitary confinement. Ms. Jackson and Sergeant Keller took turns visiting me to provide psychological counseling. Even the girls I had rescued came by to encour

On the other side of the room, Aunt Rachel's family stood in the corner, clearly agitated by the support I was receiving."Annabelle is nothing but a natural-born lowlife. She wanted it herself. Otherwise, why did it take her so many years to fight back?" one of Rachel's relatives sneered."Rachel raised her, and she turned out to be an ungrateful snake! We..."Before the person could finish, a rotten egg came flying from somewhere and landed squarely on her face. She shrieked, "Who did that?!"More rotten eggs and wilted vegetables followed."You're a family of criminals! The clothes you're wearing were bought with the blood and tears of those girls! The money you spent came from their suffering!""Your family got what they deserved!""Annabelle is a hero bringing justice!"Rachel's family was mobbed by the enraged crowd, like rats scurrying through the streets.Outside the courthouse, chaos reigned. As the police escorted me inside, I heard Ms. Jackson calling out, "Annabell