!! tws d#@th & g0r3 !! Intro :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806095186/ Part 1 :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/806437528/ ꗃ Part 2 ꗃ We're getting closer to the truth. ꗃ Day :: Jan 25, 12:04 PM to Jan 25, 6:49 AM ꗃ Recommended age :: 12+ ꗃ Will be edited ! I looked all over the white van. I looked at the ripped up paper and read it over, it was difficult to try to read everything. It was pretty dark too, making it almost impossible to make do. Looked like an eviction notice for someone named... sh[oop]. I can't see it. I also saw a driver's license and ID, both valuable pieces of information, but they were both facing down. "Dang-it," I muttered as I pointlessly tried grabbing it. I forgot I was d3@d for a second there. There were pictures of a young adult, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, really skinny, on the passenger seat, their eyes literally squirming out of their head, scratches on their back, they were an ominous color. It was as bl00dy as h3ll. Next to the pictures, there was a collection of newspapers, each about Lloyd Banver. He was 5 years old and was found d3@d near the park and on the street. Apparently, he was k1113d and the police were ruling it out as an "accidental" d3@th. How is anything that malicious accidental? There were also pictures of me, after I got hit. I looked away in fear I’d cry. I’m already really broken up about my d3@th that I don't have to see my body again. And my suspicions were true. Someone was covering up my evidence that I didn't know I had. There was also a map to a building of some sort. Apparently my entry was about Laurie. That thieving w||retc||h. There were so many things to say and explain. Could it be her? Highly doubtful. She left for Ohio a year back. And no one comes back from Ohio. I heard someone coming, and in reflexes, I ducked under the van in fear they'd find me snooping around their stuff. But, I forgot I was d3 again and realized I messed up. The van started and zoomed out of the lot. Before I could realize, two male officers were running up frantically to the middle of the lot. "Greene!" "What?" "Hurry up! They're getting away!" "We have a better chance of getting 'em if we go by car!" The two turned around and ran back like track stars. "That was our only lead to the Banver and Meyes case! We're scr3w3d. If they fire us; I’ll give them a reason to fire you instead of me." He slammed shut the door and bolted onto the road. Then, I decided to try to follow the white van since it rolled onto the highway; although it might be a pointless cause, it doesn't hurt to try. << Next week >> I've been walking on the highway for at least a week. Cars zoom by, not one person notices me. But I'm d3, and the d3 don't own things. My memory is getting foggier by the day, I can't even remember Nita's face. Or Mark's. My last words before I d13d resonate in my head, it echoes and echoes until it drives me absolutely mad. They're impossible to say out loud and to explain. It's unbearable. I can’t escape from myself. It’s always just going to be me for now on. I screamed. I just screamed. There is so much to hate, I couldn't help but scream. No one could hear me, which just hurts me for what? I don’t know. Loneliness is so heartbreaking when you're d3. ꗃ Lloyd Banver is also a v1ct1m ꗃ !! Like the story? Heart and star then /nf !! I give up. There's no one to talk to. No one can hear me. Who knew being d3 could be so depressing? No one, because you can't tell anyone how you feel. You can't pick up anything, you can't flip a page of a book, nothing. I swear to God, I'd do anything to be alive again. But I can't. And I hate it. An hour later, I finally arrived where the map led to. Two people ran through me at the entrance, like they were in pursuit of something. I walked through the doors, enjoying the feeling. It felt surreal. I shrug it off and look around. This investigation has run cold after a while. Maybe I should go back home and pray that I'll be sent to Heaven or H3ll. Whatever suits God. Luckily, I saw the white van, pulling into the parking lot. This was looking a lot like a movie. A fortuitous one so far, anyway. __________________________________________
