VIXEN/ROSE POV

A week has past since my first ever murder and yet the fear and panic from that same night still cuts deep.

I can barely sleep, or rest.

Food and alcohol have been my most recent companions.

I have never experienced anything like this. I thought I was depressed before but right now I feel like just ending it all.

' Maybe dieing and being with my children is the only way I can finally be free'_ I think as all sorts of suicidal thoughts cross my mind, before I hear my phone buzzing.

Turns out it was just my best friend Brenda calling.

" Hi beautiful" I...