!! tws d#@th & g0r3 !! Intro :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806095186/ Part 2 :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806672968/ ꗃ Part 1 ꗃ The day after. ꗃ Day :: Jan 24 ꗃ Recommended age :: 12+ ꗃ Will be edited ! This story has already met its first d3@th. Again, here. You can turn back now, if you'd like. I wake up on the street, only to find that everything's been cleared out. My luxuries, Mark's watches, Nita's perfumes... Did I survive? Apparently not, since I see familiar disfigured remains being hauled into an ambulance. It's dark, I'd say about 10:30 pm, and the area surrounding us is lit up by police cars and ambulances. I don't know how they found me so quickly. The ambulance pulls up next to me as the sirens pierce into my ears. My knee had been weirdly twisted somehow, and my head was open and it was quite bl00dy. They bandaged it up lots of times, I even watched the whole process, but it was still red-stained and the bl00d was still swelling out. I started to gag. It was a disgusting sight, but not the last that Ms. Ravenshaw would see in a month. "Did you see anyone coming in or out?" asks Ms. Ravenshaw to an officer. She wore a low pony-tail and a white coat with a blouse and jeans underneath. She looked kind of distressed, really upset and fatigued. She kept looking back at the body every chance she got. "I know this kid; they've called C||P||S before for classified reasons. I intercepted the call by accident on the wrong line. Maybe her parents-" "Slow down," an officer replied, sounding exhausted. The officer's name was Andy. You'll learn more about him later on, such as the other suspects. "No one was on patrol here and unless there's any evidence, I can't help you in finding who did this. We're regarding this as an accidental d3 for now." "Really, you should-" Then the officer left abruptly, leaving my ghost, my body and Ms. Ravenshaw in the ambulance alone. The tension between the two of us was kind of intense. It was like a trio of friends where only one person is talking and the others are d3 silent. But I am actually, fr||icki||ng d3. "Wow," I muttered softly. I don't know why I was whispering because, well, I'm d3. I touch the silk, white covers as a small red stain appears, probably from the body. Ms. Ravenshaw noticed it and widened her eyes. I would have done the same thing if I weren't d3. It’s still hard to believe I’m gone. "I must be going insane." She tells herself, holding her head in her hands. She starts to cry quietly while I watch her. "Oh, please. I can't even hold myself together in front of a d3 patient. I'm sorry," she wailed. I feel bad for her and I pat her back. My body lies still. I poke at it again and another stain appears like a mismatched polka-dot. This time, Ms. Ravenshaw doesn't notice. She also doesn't notice my desperate efforts to comfort her, but I hope she knows I care. I can't blame her for not noticing. Once we arrive at the hospital, it takes them about an hour to actually confirm my d3 to the public. The news people swarmed around the body and took pictures. It was kind of offensive, but it's okay. What really boils my skin is that the mvrd3r3r won't and can't be found. Based on Andy's conversation with Ms. Ravenshaw, they have no clue on where to start. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. ꗃ Ms. Ravenshaw is basically the nurse. ꗃ !! Like the story? Heart and star then /nf !! The only major clue I've found so far was my missing black high boots. I was wearing them yesterday at school, when Charlie hara||sse||d me for being non-binary (typically the boots; they had the non-binary flag imprinted onto it) and being his h0m0ph0b1c self. Fortunately, when it rained yesterday, it left foot-prints in the mud that were easy to recognize. I followed them, of course, but it led to a random parking lot near a shady grocery store. It didn’t give any clues, only that the culprit had stolen my boots for leisure and for they can’t be tracked. It was shrewd, but also really annoying. I looked around a little more only to find that a white van was parked suspiciously at the corner. It was isolated, and was hidden by trees and bushes. I went over to look, only to see dried bl00d at the rear of the car. Earlier this week, a kid had been run over and brutally k1113d. It was all over the news. Adults crying, kids just shocked, officers trying to enforce everyone to calm down... it was a busy weekend. I don't even know why they decided to broadcast it. The van was covered in red, and a phone was left inside on the driver's seat. A ripped out page of what I presume was my journal was shredded. Had I found the lion's den? __________________________________________
