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(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
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Hayley Torres had lived a boring life, filled with TV shows and fictional characters. Then, she died. Of course, seeing all of the love-packed deaths in TV shows she had watched, made her hope for death.. in a weird way.
Hayley had desperately wanted what Lexie Grey — and many other fictional characters — had when she died; love. Hayley craved love more than anything — more specifically, she craved to be loved by her favorite characters. Although, thats all they were. Just fictional characters in a show. Perhaps, by some miracle, she would find love — even if she had to die to find it, as many others had.
Hayley used to yearn to be put in a near-death situation so maybe someone would confess their undying love for her — but that didn't happen. Instead, she was brutally murdered by her childhood bestfriend, Brittany. Hayley Torres, seventeen years old, looked around nervously. It was thirty minutes until midnight, her eighteenth birthday. Her bestfriend, Brittany Phelps, had convinced her they should sneak into the local natatorium.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Bri," Hayley looks around, "What about the cameras?"
"Relax, Hayls. Remember my friend Jaxon? He turned them off for us."
"Who's Jaxon again?"
"Oh my god, seriously! He's in with the A crowd. If he tells his friends we snuck in here, we're good to go! We'll be popular in no time." Brittany assured her. Hayley didn't care much for popularity, but she went along with Brittany to support the raven-haired girl.
"Maybe not in a good way.." Hayley murmurs, glancing at the time. It was now twenty minutes until her birthday and she did not have a good feeling about any of this.
Brittany turns around, glaring at her. "I am sick and tired of you not appreciating anything I do! I have worked my ass off to get us in with the popular kids and you don't even care!"
"I don't need to be popular! That's your dream, not mine! I was perfectly happy when we were complete dorks. Reading on the weekends in huge glasses and gushing over everybody from The Vampire Diaries. But, no, now we wear these stupid contacts because Amy Beckett wears contacts! Newsflash, I saw her at Walmart in pajamas and glasses! She's a normal girl, she's not some perfect, popular goddess!" Hayley yells, skimming the top with her anger.
"No you did not, you lying bitch!" Brittany lunges toward her, punching her in the face, striking her nose.
Hayley shouts, holding her nose. "What the fuck? What is wrong with you, you attention starved bitch?" She shouldn't have said it. She knows. Maybe they could've just turned around and went home and made up later. But Hayley just had to keep going, fueling the wannabe's anger.
