Chapter 2: 1956

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I clawed at the earth, dirt falling into my eyes and nose as I gasped and choked, trying to breathe. I could feel cold air on my fingertips as I neared the surface. Finally I broke through the last layer of dirt and pulled myself up, grasping for something to hold onto as I was reborn from the earth. There was nothing to help me at this low point, nothing, no one. It was like the world had abandoned me the minute Will had shot me. I rolled onto my back and sobs wracked my entire body.

"Th-that-that BASTARD," I shouted, tears running down my face. I angrily wiped my eyes and felt the grind of dirt on my skin. "He left me- HE LEFT ME!"

I sat up and furiously rubbed my eyes and face again. My crying came to a halt and I hugged my knees to my chest, burying my face in my elbows. Thinking. I sat there like that for I don't know how long, hours maybe. Just thinking.

"If this world doesn't want me, then I'll make them know me. And I'll make them fear me," I said finally. "And they'll have to fear me. I'll get my revenge. I just don't know how."

Then my stomach rumbled. I looked down and then it came to me. My revenge. A slow smile began to cross my face and an insane cackle escaped my throat. The cackle grew in intensity and volume, its pitch dipping up and down. 

"I'll get it alright," I giggled. "Just you wait, world. You won't know what's hit you."

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