!! tws d#@th & g0r3 !! Part 2 :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806672968/ Part 1 :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806437528/ ꗃ Prologue ꗃ The day of the mvrd3r ꗃ Day :: Jan 23 ꗃ Recommended age :: 12+ ꗃ Will be edited ! This story will escalate quickly. Just warning you. You can turn back now, if you'd like. One moment, I'm lying in bed, quite comfy; thinking of what college I would've gone to. Maybe Michigan or Ohio State? Harvard or Yale? All of them were at my disposal. I hugged my pillow and scrolled through the appliances as an exaggerated sigh left my mouth. I had applied for so many clubs that helped boost my admission to get a scholarship that I was booked for the entire school year. That meant no d||ati||ng, no making new friends or going to parties. It played a factor in no one wanting to talk to me. Everyone would avoid socializing, or doing anything with me. The next moment, without even noticing someone was there, a huge WHACK on at least at the back of my neck and head sends me slamming down onto the floor, making me unable to move anything at all. I strain myself to at least get up, but the pain is unbearable. Who did this to me? What did I do? I repeat those questions helplessly in my mind. I try to convince myself that I'm having some kind of twisted dream, but that isn't the case. Is this Mark or Nita? Or Charlie and Wilbur playing some kind of mean joke? They all have a motive- Someone grabs my phone and my journal as I catch the smallest glimpse of my attacker. They're dressed in casual clothing; far too simple to be in a h0rror movie and could be easily recognized. If I had survived the plight, this story would've never happened. My eyesight and hearing was slowly decreasing by the second, so I had to at least see who this person was. Was it a female or male? What were the w3||ap||0ns? As I barely mutter out words, my last goodbyes I suppose, I'm h||1||t again with something far sharper and for good. Bl00d surrounds me like a puddle as my eyes dwindle from widened to closed. Was I st||a||bb||ed||? I shall never know. ꗃ Briefing on Lise Meyes (v1ct1m) ꗃ This briefing is basically her life before her d3||at||h. ꗃ !! Lise uses she/they pronouns !! Everybody did notice me at one point. Not all attention is good attention, like they say quite often. They'd jeer rudely and pointlessly. It played a good factor in annoyance, though. That was all it was good for. It just annoyed me every. Single. Day. Luckily, I faded into the shadows quickly once mostly everyone finally got the gist of leaving me alone. Although the teachers are nice and I'm not noticed as much as the eighth and ninth grade, I can't help but feel /used/ by everyone. Hopefully they don't mistake me for being Grammarly and Google Calculator all in one. Mom and Dad didn't care much if I lived or d||ie||d. Usually left me to fend for myself, after I turned ten, I was pretty much used to it. I'd work for an hour each day to get groceries for myself while my parents would probably go to their house in Vermont or their beach house. Whatever satisfied them. No birthday presents and no surprise pop-up from Santa on Christmas never happened in my 16 years of life. Kind of depressing, but I'm lucky I'm home-alone every single year. There were a lot of rude people that I had to endure during my middle school years. I came out was non-binary in the beginning of eighth grade, and a lot of people were h0m0ph0b1c, like Charlie. After the GSA (Gay Straight Alliance Club), I finished up my homework in the town park two minutes away from my high-school, I came back to help Mx. Schneider clean up. Mx. Schneider is a trans being who is absolutely perfect. They're 22, by the way. They always put their hair up in a bun, and carry these sharp scissors and a ha||mme||r in their handbag. For what reasons? We will never know. Taking the opportunity after a rough day, I grabbed my dark blue Jansport backpack and bolted out of the school. It was an hour after school ended and Mx. Schneider left before I did. I didn't know a lot of things when I stormed out of the school, a bit dizzy from today's events in the morning, walking down the four flights of stairs. I kept stumbling on the steps. I took the bus home; like I usually do but today was less crowded and way more empty. I got off the bus and walked inside my house. It was almost surreal, nothing creaked, squeaked or let out a huge screech. No kid started to scream randomly, nobody's car started to beep, nothing. I flopped onto my bed and looked at my applications. The rest of this part you already know. _____________________________________________
