I need space

I need space

 “Oh my god, Charlotte,” said Chloe silently as Charlotte finished telling.

“I refused to believe that Becca is alive all these times, but when you all seen her, then I got nothing to do that believe. Now it’s all a lie,” Caleb said angrily, that he got fooled by some unknown girl who’s working for the threatener.

“Then who’s in the mask?” Caroline questioned as Jason opened these hands, which he kept closed for a long time.

“When I was stabbed, I found that it’s not Becca,” he said, showing his hands to others. A face mask. It was ripped. There’s only a little piece of it.

“A bitch like Becca. Who could it be?” Caleb said, examining it. There’s no use in having it while they didn’t see the face.

“Did you see her face? Please don’t tell me no. You should have any small hints about it?” Chloe asked with expectations.

“No. I was stabbed. I never know someone could hurt with a scissor. I