STORY TIEM

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       Once upon a particular time period, there was a girl named Lila. Lila was the unluckiest person on earth. She was always picked last for team p.e., she was bullied, she never even gotten above a 73 in her life. Not even kindergarten. Her life was full of terror and nightmares.
But then one day, while she fell face first on the ground, she found the weirdest looking clover out of the bunch. It had four leaves instead of three. She took it back home to study it, but obviously, she didn't know anything about it. She still thought it was special, so she kept it anyway.
Days had past, and she noticed that the bullies never came back. Not for her lunch money. Not to stuff her in a locker. Not to embarrass her in front of the entire school again. She also made a 100 on her pop quiz in math, which made her teacher very suspicious. Lila was dumbfounded at her discovery. It looked like life high fives her on the hand and not the face this time. She was finally happy, as one would say.
One evening, while Lila was examining the "four-leaved clover," she started to notice that it had started to wilt. She panicked, knowing that soon nothing in her room would be special anymore.
The next day went well. At least the first 18 minutes of it. Turns out, the bullies were on a field trip, and they arrived today. And they did exactly what you expected.
They robbed her. They embarrassed her. They beat her. They were just rude.
As soon as it got bad, a lone voice stood out from the crowd. It was intimidating and at a low octave.
"Stop," he said. "Don't you see that it IS WRONG to torture another human being? How would you feel if that happened to you, huh?"
"I don't care you son of a gun," the main bully started. "I can do whatever the he-" He was cut off by the frightening boy punching him in the face. He hit so hard that the bully went head-first into the locker. He then helped Lila up and took her to the nurse's office.
"Thanks," she replied, a bit more hopeful.
"Don't mention it," the boy replied.
Since that day, the boy has followed Lila everywhere to make sure she was safe, besides the classrooms and restroom, of course. And sometimes, he would take her out to eat so she could be happier.
On the day of their marriage, Carter interrupted with an "I object!" Lila was obviously scared, but her fiancé didn't even flinch. The bully then walked up to the groom. He greeted him with a smile and a hug. The groom hugged back, casting a weirded out look to his wife.
Yet as that awkward look changed to one of complete horror, the bully had backed up. The groom had fallen after the gesture was completed, showing that he had been stabbed in the stomach. Lila was, once again, petrified.
She had just witnessed her soon-to-be husband bleeding out in front of her. The guests had broke out screaming and running out of the building. Even the priest had started to escape.
As soon as Lila got the message to leave, she was stopped by a bulky hand tightly grabbing her frail wrist.
"Be with me, Lila," he said, looking into her eyes as solemn as he could, which wasn't working.
Lila was startled at the question. She didn't know what to say. Out of hesitation, she yelled, only to be cut off by the bully covering her mouth.
"I guess that's a no, then...." he asked, more like a statement. He let his hand graze her mouth before taking it away.
Lila nodded her head, still looking like a frightened deer.
"Oh.... That's sad. I thought you actually had some brain to live in there," he said. "I guess you just have to go to Hell with me," he concluded, staring Lila right in the eyes, as if looking into her soul.
"Later darling.~" was the last words she heard in her short life.
Knowing that Lila had passed away, he couldn't keep going. He looked at the dead couple. He noticed that he had a small red pool around him and her white wedding dress was slowly turning red. He thought that the man was a lucky guy.' He also looked at the knife, stained with the blood of the two. He knew what he had to do.
He took one last breath before he shoved the knife into his neck and sliding it through his throat, making him cough up blood as he both bled and suffocated to death.