~~visual of what Michelle looks like~~
My name is Michelle Ritner. I have medium light brown hair and two different colored eyes, the right one being brown and the left a very golden yellow. I was born in a small town named Swernersberg. My mom’s name is Nora and a nurse. She normally works night shifts so I am home alone all night. I don’t know my father. When I was 5 I asked mom about him and she told me that he was….different. I asked her what she meant by ‘different’ and all I ever got was ‘Don’t pay no mind to him. It’s best not to know.’ It’s been 13 years since then. My birthday is only 2 weeks away til I am 18 and she has been acting a little strange...not the ‘I am trying to hide your birthday present’ strange. More like….protective strange.
I am doing my homework studying for finals and I start to wonder why mom is acting like this. “Hm…” Then I hear a knock on my door breaking me from my thoughts. “Come in.” My mom cracks open the door peeking in, “how is studying going?” She asked. “Hard. History is never my strong suit. But I have all my Algebra, Science and English done so...it's history.” She chuckles at my pun and sits on my bed next to my desk as I smirk for making her laugh. “Don't worry you will do fine. You just have to study a bit harder since it's not your best subject.” Nodding to her words I look back to my study guide before she tells me dinner is ready. “Let me finish this page and I will be down to eat.” She nods and leaves my room to let me do my work, but not without putting in my earbuds listening at full blast.
Several minutes later I come down to the living room heading to the kitchen to eat dinner but...mom is no where to be seen. “Mom?” No answer. “Hello? Mom where are you?” As I peered around the corner to the kitchen I was not prepared for what I saw. Broken. Everything was broken. The dishes, the cabinets, fridge, everything. “What...happened..?” After a few seconds I started looking around the house looking for her. I looked everywhere. In her room, my room, the guest bedroom, bathrooms, ect. No one else was in the house except me. Kidnapped...she was kidnapped. But by who? We don't have anyone who has anything against us.
Or was there…? I soon noticed a note by the counter. Hesitant I pick it up and read. ‘My dear beautiful Michelle, your mother has been taken hostage by my men. Such a shame. I haven't seen your mother since you were born,’ What the hell? Does this person know me? ‘I will be coming to find you. Since you really are deaths daughter. ~ Sincerely, Dad’ I could feel the blood drain from my face as I reread the last sentence and who it is from. My...father..? And deaths daughter? What does he mean by that? On instinct I call my bff Lindsey and tell her to come over. “Is everything ok?” She asked. “Just get here. Quickly.” I hung up before she could say another word.
~~ (●'▽'●)ゝhello! Sooo this is my second story I have ever done and I hope it was at least decent. In the future I might do a Q and A but idk. (｡>﹏<｡) Thank you! 💫✨\(o^∀^o)/✨💫 ~~
