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( 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, )
ALEXANDRIA was happy that she took the night off before from work. She was so thankful that she didn't want to work late at the mall—at the food court. Because, when she woke up from Simon's loud alarm clock at six fifteen in the morning, and turned the tv on, she was frightened from what she was seeing. Another death—a murder.
"Shadyside, small-town America. But, among locals, a history of horror has earned it another nickname, 'Killer Capital, USA.'" the news reporter said, Sheriff Goode stood next to her. Alexandria rolled her eyes at the new known nickname—how original, she thought bitterly. "And, last night tragedy struck again. I'm here with Sheriff Nick Goode. Sheriff, what can you tell us?"
Alexandria watched thoroughly as she stood in Simon's button up shirt, hands running through her blond curly hair. She didn't find this too shocking, a death in Shadyside was like any other day. But, this death did shock her a little. Heather was just a normal schoolgirl—there was no one that had a huge grudge against her. A grunge that would end in her last breath.
Then, their so known Sheriff spoke, stuttering over all his words, "Uh, there were seven victims, uh, ages, uh, sixteen to forty-two. Uh, the perpetrators also deceased."
Tragedy was something that happened every week in Shadyside, Ohio. It wasn't new to any of the citizens of the town—it was daily occurrences. It broke Alexandria's heart to hear about every death that happened—but she never let it bother her, merely brushing it off. It even shocked her that she was watching the news, she never did. But, when she turned the tv on, it was already on that said channel.
Without another movement, the tv was turned off before she could see or hear anything more. Deep down, she was sort-of happy that it was turned off. Hearing everything that happened in their town became depressing, honestly.
"You shouldn't watch that stuff," Simon said, holding Alexandria's clothes in his hands, "it fries your brain."
Alexandria rolled her eyes, and shoved his shoulder playfully. Her mood brightening quickly. "Sure, it does, Simon," she teased, walking over to Simon's room. "You know this town is doomed for tragedy. That's all that's ever going to happen here. It's bullshit."
Simon shrugged his shoulders as he walked behind her. He could only agreed with her. "It's Sarah Fier's curse," he said, a large grin coming onto his lips. "Ooh. Ooh."
Alexandria turned around, and shook her head, a grin on her lips as his. "Right. Because, we're special enough to be cursed. Sarah Fier is a tale to scare little children," she countered.
She knew that he was joking, and so was she—kind-of.
Their town, as she said, just wasn't special enough to be cursed by a old, dead witch. Besides, it wasn't plausible—it was all a joke, a fairytale. Witches were for stories, and children; not real life. Everything in their town was a joke to someone or something. Including themselves.
