𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔈𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰
I felt my world shatter when i heard that my parents were dead.
losing loved ones hurts more then Hell.
I only had my Aunt to take care of me.
I had to change school because she lived far but it wasn't just...
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"Let's all dress up as Ghostface, but shirtless."
My friends burst out laughing and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, we're gonna make all the girls beg on their knees just to get our attention," Jason agreed, grinning.
"Hey, isn't that the new girl you hate?" asked Luca, pointing at Athena.
I turned my eyes back to her and replied, "Yeah, that's her."
I couldn't help but watch her.
She was wearing a black dress and was entering the cemetery.
is she attending a funeral or something?
"I'll follow her, you guys continue walking,"
I said, my mind set on following Athena.
"Why are you following her? Isn't that what creeps do?" Said Luca looking at me weirdly.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "I just want to know why she's going to the cemetery."
Luca looked at me skeptically, but I didn't care. I wanted to know why she was going to the cemetery. Maybe it was something important.
I followed her at a distance, stealthy enough so she wouldn't notice.
We entered the cemetery and I saw her kneeling in front of two graves. She was crying, her body shaking with each sobbed.
I watched from afar, feeling a twinge of guilt for spying on her. But I couldn't look away.
She stayed there for an hour, crying and talking to herself. I felt a strange feeling inside me, seeing her like this.
Finally, she stood up and left the graveyard. I approached the two gravestones and saw the names engraved on them. Stephan Williams and Christina Williams, her parents.
My heart felt a mixture of guilt and pity for her. I knew I should probably feel remorse for using this information against her, but a part of me couldn't stop thinking about how vulnerable she looked at their graves.
I left the cemetery, lost in my thoughts. I knew I should use this information against her, but an unfamiliar feeling was growing inside me. Pity, maybe?
I tried to push the thought aside, reminding myself that I didn't care about her, but the image of her on her knees at her parents' graves kept appearing in my mind.
I shook my head, trying to shake off these conflicting feelings.
I couldn't believe I was letting myself become soft.
But I knew I could use her grief against her. Yeah, that's what I should do. I needed to remind myself that it was just a game.
I smirked to myself, knowing that I had found her weakness. I would use it against her, making her feel even more vulnerable than she already was.
