MISSING | A MURDER MYSTERY

Welcome to Bryxton High School

Why do we have to live here? It's like we are trapped here, tortured with no other choice but to stay. Why don't I leave? Why do I stay? All I want is to have a normal life. But nothings normal in Bryxton. In this world, there are winner's and losers. Winners are the ones who fight back for not only their protection, but other peoples protection too. And I'm sure you can guess what losers are. They are born sociopaths and die sociopaths. I might be both. Doing things for your sake, pushing other people's lives away. I'm sure plenty of people do that. But at the same time, you don't want to leave others behind. Welcome to Bryxton High School, where nothing is sane here. My morning routine is to usually to shower, put on clothes, and do skincare. Sometimes I like to drive to Starbucks and get my signature order, vanilla bean frappe. No, I don't have a driver's license, but only my friends know that. Then I drive to school to go see my favorite people in the whole wide world. Brin, Julian, Nick, Riley, Me, aka Scarlett, and Rachael. My best friend in the group is Brin. But no one really can tell. We met up and we had a discussion on the recent killings going on. Get this. 13 people have been killed that went to this school. 13 fucking people. Well hey, its Bryxton. Its scary, but its just the reality of what happens here. No one can change how we live here. Its unfixable.
Brin: Yo, yo, yo, guys! Did you guys hear about the-
Nick: Yes, Brin. I'm sure everyone has heard about the recent killings going on..
Scarlett: Whats with your attitude, Nick? Who hurt you?
Nick: No one. I'm just upset. My cousin died last week.
Riley: Sorry to hear that, Nick. I know how you feel.
Nick: Riley, how would you know anything about how I feel when you barely talk to me? Shit, You probably killed him.
Scarlett: Nick. We get it. But stop making yourself the victim here.. He's not coming back. No matter how hard you wimp about it.
Nick: ...
Brin: How about we just get to our classes and call it a day?
Julian: Guys, look at your phones.
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Rachael: Julian, you're not funny.
Julian: You know its a bit funny.
Scarlett: Alright guys, I'll see you later, I got to up my grade in math. See ya.
I hate math. And I lied to them. They should know that I have AP english for 3 period. I needed to take a break in the bathroom. So I walked to the bathroom, went inside a stall, and like any other average 2004 girl would do, go on her phone. So thats what I did. Suddenly, I heard faint footsteps get louder and louder as they approached the bathroom stall I was in. A knife was dangling under the stall. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HEL-" And then they went away. I figured it was probably Brin pulling a prank on me. So I went to confront her. Only to see her in her class looking like she had done nothing wrong. So I went to the only other person who would pull a prank like that, Julian. So I went only to see him also paying attention in his seat. I was shocked. At that moment in time I had realized it was the Bryxton killer. I dashed to my car, opened the door, and sped home. My mom and my dad were cooking food. Thank God I wasn't alone. "MOM, DAD, I WAS ATTACKED BY THE KILLER AT SCHOOL" I cried out. They were shocked to hear what happened, but they didn't let that affect us. They kept me safe, told me to stay home for a few weeks until the number of kills go down, and that I should be fine if I listen to what they told me. So I did. They gave me soup and I ate it, shaking. I spilled a lot, but it was still pretty good. I went upstairs after. I was on my phone, until someone came in. The door was creaking. No one was there. I just supposed it was my cat trying to get into my room. But no one was there. "Hello?" I said, nervously opening the door. No one was there. I went back to go lay down in my bed, but before I could turn around, someone in one of those ghostface masks slit my back open. I was crying, trying to fight back while screaming for help. No one heard me. Then the killer slit my arm. I cried louder. I kicked him and trapped him inside my closet, hoping he wouldn't come out. And then I dashed downstairs and dialed 9-1-1.
Operator: 9-1-1, whats your emergency?
Scarlett: HELP, THE BRYXTON KILLER CAME TO MY HOUSE. HE CUT MY BACK AND MY ARM, HES TRYING TO KILL ME. HELP!
Operator: Can you describe what he looked like?
Scarlett: NO, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT, PLEASE JUST COME AND HURRY!
Operator: Okay, we are sending people, just hang tight and answer some questions for me, please.
Scarlett : Okay.. He has-
Line cuts off
Operator: Hello? Helloo? Oh shit, hurry guys, she getting killed by the Bryxton killer!
The killer came down and started trying to kill me again. I kicked him onto the door, and then ran into the kitchen to grab a knife. But then I remembered something. I tip-toed into the storage room to take one of my dads guns and shoot them right in the- But before I could shoot him, He came from behind and stuck his fingers in my open wound. I screamed in agony and fear. He dropped me on the ground and tried to stab me in the head. But the police came, and he fled into the night. Shit.