A/N: IT'S BEEN LIKE A MONTH??? IM SO SORRY! SCHOOL WAS KILLING ME AND I HAD NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE! BUT I'M ALIVE! (Hopefully it's not too obvious I'm writing on my phone)
ALSO TRIGGER WARNING FOR BULLYING AND MURDER (NOT TOWARDS READER)
Ever since your parents had divorced, your life had gotten so much harder. At first you were sure it was a good thing. They could hardly stand each other and fought every second.
But then your father had moved across the country with his new wife. Despite this you were court mandated to visit him during the summer and holidays. Despite claiming to want to see you more, your father refused to pay for a plane ticket.
Instead you were usually stuck on two or three trains across the country. For three or four days you would be stuck sitting still until you'd finally reach your destination.
Your mother only made you go so she wouldn't have to go back to court and see your father's face again. Either way, you were miserable and dragged your feet whenever you had to go over.
Despite this, you never missed a visit, for your mother's sake. Which led you to where you were now, picking out an empty window seat on the second train in your journey. It was a few minutes later, towards the end of boarding, when a man sat down beside you.
You barely glanced at him, both of you minding your own business as he drew a computer from a briefcase and began to work on something. You were on your phone, just trying to keep yourself entertained.
As the train pulled out of the station you finally settled on some article with an outrageous sounding title. 'Local Bullies Found Dead After Innocent Verdict.'
Of course by local, based on your phone's location, it was actually from the area where you'd boarded the train. The article painted a rather tragic story. A teen, just a little older than yourself, had been found dead in the school bathroom.
Apparently the person had been getting bullied for months but the school had always brushed it off as 'children playing'. At least that was until the body was found.
Despite evidence of foul play, it was dismissed as a drug overdose and the charges were dropped because the bullies came from rich parents. At the very top of the article was a picture of the teen as well as one of a man hunched over in a court room, sobbing. Curled up next to him, looking absolutely distraught was a woman with a hand on his shoulder. The description labeled them as the victims' parents.
Except, all of the bullies had been found dead after going missing for a couple of days. It was obviously murder so an investigation was opened.
You felt bad for the parents of the first kid. Obviously, they'd lost their kid and had never gotten the closure they deserved. Not that you condoned the murder of the bullies, but at least there was some form of vengeance... although the parents seemed like an obvious suspect...
"Ah. You must not be local if you haven't heard of the Williams case." The man next to you said. You looked up at him and he smiled. He had a thick southern accent and looked friendly enough.
Of course you'd grown up being told not to talk to strangers. But you just had to know more about it. The case just seemed so unusual and you couldn't remember hearing anything like it before.
"I'm not from around here." You said plainly and the man smiled.
"Ah, I can tell. You're missing the accent." He said before glancing at your phone again. He sighed, his face hardening. "It was a disgrace, the way the trial went. Complete mismanagement of the justice system."
"I knew the victim's family. I knew him, Danny, before the bullying started... I just wish I could go back and save him from all that pain..." The man trailed off, his voice wavering. You felt a little bad for him, especially because he seemed to be lost in old memories.
"I'm Y/N." You murmured, closing the article. Bill gave you a weak smile, wiping at his eyes.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N."
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HorrorA collection of my original platonic yandere one shots and short stories. This book will not be related to any sort of challenge and will be updated purely on my inspiration at the time.