The Betty files

Chapter 3: Where did it all go?

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Ok sorry for the extremely long wait for this update. I've been planning the updates to be far apart so I can use all the events and info from the time gaps to keep the chapters longer than I would normally write in other stories. Sorry again, I promise i'll post more!

Sayonara, my creeps

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Oh boy have I missed a lot. Just like my last entry, i failed to update all you creeps reading this journal on the recent events in Riverdale. Now, back to this shitty mess of a life we live in.

What started as a creative idea to shoot BTS of Riverdale High's Musical, 'Carrie' , soon turned into a cryptic and dramatic horror film. Creepy letters from the returned ' black hood' ( who turned out to be Ethel, jealous of Cheryl's self-appointed role of 'Carrie White'), threats to Cheryl Blossom's own life ( if she didn't step down from her main role), and even the death of Cheryl's understudy, Midge. The town is still shocked after that final massacre.

My mother was on stage when the curtains rose and screams erupted from the crowd, unaware of the horror that had unfolded mere meters away from her. Realization hit her like a brick as she turned on her heels and immediately cried until her vocal chords could take no more. What she saw, was the corpse of the newest star of the musical, Midge,  her body still warm as if the death occurred just minutes before. A cryptic message had been painted on the wall with her very own blood. The message too vague to remember as the main attraction was unsurprisingly the corpse. I still shudder when I think about it.

Her solemn face getting paler by the minute. Her expression was somehow fixed to a look of confusion and fear. This must have been what she looked like in her final few seconds. Her killer must have been silent because there were no abnormal sounds echoing across the auditorium. It must have been a surprise attack in which she didn't have enough time to react. This town is full of surprises, and never good ones.

I knew that something seemed off about my supposed 'brother' Chick, and my suspicions had gruesomely been confirmed, when Jughead and I visited the dreaded 'Sisters of quiet mercy' home. I had to blackmail the admin to see my real brother's files. His name was Charles Smith, as we already knew, but the picture didn't match. When we finally got back to my home, we had Chick confess. The truth is, Charles and Chick lived together when Charles escaped the sinister place. One day, they got into a fight and Chick- just snapped.

He killed my brother. His original story was that my brother overdosed on jingle-jangle, but we all knew he was lying. I knew from the start that he was off. The poor guy. Actually, he deserved his gruesome fate. The Black hood ended him once and for all. I could see the ultimate hurt as he started to bolt from the mysterious black figure's grasp. That deceitful son of a bitch met a truly gruesome end.