Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest.
Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation.
Trying to solve this my...
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The rest of the day you stayed inside, freaked out and kind of hangry. Usually you would have put some music on but you were really not in the mood for that. You checked your phone for messages from Nolan or literally anyone, there was nothing. Not even funky tweets from any of your friends.
It was already said multiple times. Everything felt like a cruel joke. Sadly all of this was reality, cruel reality. At least you weren't dead right?
At approximately 5 am sleep took over your tired brain. In the morning you couldn't remember your dream but the marks from your fingernails on your palm showed that it was tense and very likely scary.
Groggy you went into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat. You didn't wanna eat but you knew you had to. Everything in the kitchen was left untouched from yesterday you thought. But you noticed a sticky note next to the still full glass of water.
"Sorry for this mess :("
It was written in your handwriting and you thought it was a mock but something told you that it wasn't. You ignored it. You didn't trust him. Why should you??? Hopefully he would leave you the fuck alone now.
Daring yourself to go outside felt good? Kind of? The cold breeze was nice on your skin. People we're hurrying around in the streets and you just followed the crowd wanting to know where it would lead you. Going by a small coffee shop you stopped and decided to get a warm drink. Your hands were freezing because you didn't pack any gloves and the coffee would warm you up. Inside you managed to do some light reading and calm your mind a bit. You looked up every now and then, paranoid about someone watching you but everyone minded their own business. Being unnoticed was nice. It always made you feel lonely but being lonely was better than in a life threatening situation.
Few hours went by and you finally took off. It was Wednesday and you missed one of you courses but whatever. You emailed a class mate and she send you her notes without writing an answer or a simple "there u go :D". Strangely this made you sad. You did your homework and finished an essay. Then went to bed.
A few days went by like that. No sign of Nolan or the masked fuckers.
You felt lonely and like every day was the same. It hurt a lot and felt like high school all over again. You felt like a Teenager lost in a loop of unhappiness. At least there was no bullying. Your friends tried talking to you and asked if you wanted to hang out but you just said you were very busy at the moment. They saw that you were getting worse again but never had the heart to ask you about it.
Like that you accustomed to not talking much. It felt like there was a stone in your mouth as your throat dried up. Now always before saying something you had to clear your throat or else your voice would sound hoarse.
Work was treating you well at least. The purple duck started selling mulled wine again which brought more customers inside. You yourself missed the taste of warm grape juice with alcohol. That's all it was really, warm wine, basically alcoholized grape juice.
