The story begins with Marissa's party for her success in high school
Despite all the things she noticed and happened, she didn't care
And from here begins the bloody story of Marisa
"Marisa the serial killer"
The story at first was normal
But from t...
One o'clock in the morning, everyone is asleep. So this was my chance to get out of the house. Ah, the guards are still here, what will I do? I found her going out from the balcony. I know, I know, I'm smart. But wait a minute, my balcony is on the third floor, so I can't get down from here. I started to get bored, oh my God, why did all this happen? I just wanted to meet up with my friends offff!!!!
I started throwing some insults, I'm 18 years old. I am no longer a minor when my father insists on doing this. Some of you think it's for protection. They don't care about me, just for their reputation and what people will say about me. Or someone kidnaps me for money to save my father, but no one cares.
I changed my clothes into sports clothes because I decided that I would go out the window so whatever would happen would happen.I took a backpack containing my dress that my friend bought me for my birthday. I've never worn it with matching shoes before. Just as I told you that my family is in the mafia, I did not tell anyone except my friend. He is my childhood friend and his family is also in the mafia, but I don't care.
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(Sportswear, I felt that this was good, I own one, and it is comfortable. If you don't like it, you can imagine whatever you want)
I went to the kitchen and was careful not to make any soundOh, you did it successfully.Haha, I can't believe I went out like every time and the stupid guards didn't see me.
Poor daddy should probably change his guard.She smiled triumphantly and left the back garden of the house. Our house is big, full of guards, and beautiful, but I hate it, I don't like it. Sometimes I feel suffocated in it, but that's okay. I don't like to be restricted.
I walked a little until I found my friend Silva's car waiting for me. Although my friends ask about my family and want to meet them because they see news about them in the press because my father is the second richest man in Italy, I don't care. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve this life. I said hello to my friend, Silva, who is loud and the exact opposite of me, so we complement each other even though I met her two years ago.
We arrived at a club called "Bloody Sleep." The name attracted me a lot. Who would think of naming a place with this name, and a club as well?
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