Chapter 12

- N E W S P A P E R -

11.09.16

As we all know, the beautiful and well-known Blaire Hawthorn went missing a few days ago. The police have been searching high and low for her, all around the city, flipping it inside-out.

Yesterday, the police came across a body in the woods.

After an autopsy, the body was soon announced as Blaire Hawthorn. Her death has been a tragedy, affecting everyone she ever knew.

She will be missed dearly, especially by her close friends and family. She was truly a person who touched everyone's lives, and an inspiration to people across all of Beverly Hills.

#RIPBLAIREHAWTHORN

Now, have you guys heard about the flooding in Nebraska...

- A U T O P S Y R E P O R T -

OFFICE OF THE BEVERLY HILLS MEDICAL EXAMINER

476 HILLS DR, 90210

REPORT OF INVESTIGATION BY MEDICAL EXAMINER

DECEDENT: BLAIRE AMELIA HAWTHORN

RACE: CAUCASIAN AND AFRICAN AMERICAN

SEX: FEMALE

AGE: SEVENTEEN YEARS, SEVEN MONTHS

DATE OF DEATH: NOVEMBER EIGHTH, TWO THOUSAND SIXTEEN, THURSDAY

HOME ADDRESS: 880 VENTURE AVE, BEVERLY HILLS CA, 90210

TYPE OF DEATH: FOUND DEAD

BODY FOUND BY YVETTE RONA

RELATIONSHIP TO THE DECEASED: NO RELATIONSHIP

TIME FOUND: 5:37 a.m.

DESCRIPTION OF BODY:

DECEDENT WAS PARTIALLY DRESSED

EYES: BROWN

HAIR: DARK BROWN; CURLY

MUSTACHE: NO MUSTACHE

BEARD: NO BEARD

WEIGHT: ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN POUNDS

HEIGHT: FIVE FEET, SEVEN INCHES

BODY TEMP: NINETY-FIVE DEGREES FAHRENHEIT

MARKS AND WOUNDS: ABRASIONS ON THE ARMS AND HEAD. BRUISES ON THE STOMACH AND LEGS. TWO BLACK EYES, BUSTED LIPS, AND BROKEN FINGERS. FRACTURE TO THE SKULL.

MANNER OF DEATH: HOMICIDE; BEATEN TO DEATH

DISPOSITION OF CASE: AUTOPSY ORDERED

I HEREBY DECLARE THAT AFTER RECEIVING NOTICE OF THE DEATH DESCRIBED HEREIN I TOOK CHARGE OF THE BODY AND MADE INQUIRIES REGARDING THE CAUSE OF DEATH IN ACCORDANCE WITH SECTION 24-879-56-98(C) BEVERLY HILLS CODE ANNOTATED AND THAT THE INFORMATION CONTAINED HEREIN REGARDING SUCH DEATH IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE AND BELIEF.

SIGNED: MARY LEWIS

- A N O N Y M O U S -

11.08.16 // 1:38 a.m.

I CHASE HER through the woods, watching her every step closely as I move with the speed of a cat, light on my feet, and quick. She screams, continuing to trip over twigs and leaves due to her high heels.

It is a cold night, colder than usual for living in Beverly Hills, and the ski mask I have over my face does nothing to warm the icy numbness spreading throughout my body.

The rock I am carrying feels heavy and cool in my damp hands. My black boots crunch the leaves that are underneath me as I pick up my speed, nearing closer to the girl.

When I am within arm’s distance, I reach out and tug at her dress, ripping it open and revealing her black underwear. She stumbles back and trips over her own feet and falls down to the ground.

Stupid girl. I have you now.

She is crying, a loud, ear-piercing cry that sounds so urgent, it would make you take the stairs two at a time. Tears stream down her face, wetting her cheeks and ruining her mascara. Before I even have to think about it, I collide my fist with first one eye, and then the other. I hit her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet, but she just cries even more.

I tug on her hair and force her to look up at me. She stares at me with wide brown eyes that were glossed over with absolute horror.

"Why are you doing this?" She says, her hands shaking and twitching at her sides. I take two of her fingers and smash them down with the rock in my hand. She screams again and I cover her mouth with my hand.

"Because I can," I whisper harshly in her ear before I raise the rock above my head and collide it with her skull. I continue to hit her, hearing the ugly, deafening sound of bone cracking.

One, two, three times. It took three times before she stops moving, her hands going limp at her sides and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I smirk in satisfaction before getting up, slinging her small frame over my shoulder, and heading back to T's house.

When we are finished with her, we will return her back to the woods and lay her down delicately on the leaves. The police will find her early in the morning and take her body to the autopsy lab where they will announce her as Blaire Hawthorn.

Dead.