- Tuesday night, 6:57pm -
(Stephanie Anderson)
I wake up to the sound of my own voice..
..screaming?
What?!
I roll out of bed by accident and land on a hard tile floor.
"Hey, get a hold of yourself!"
I look up to see a (forty-five year old?) man with lifeless grey eyes. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" I scream, getting up on my feet, ready to defend myself.
"Whoa, calm down little girl. My name's Mister Smith. I'm here to tell you that you're a part of a social experiment." He smiles kindly.
I shiver. "I'm a part of what now? How did this happen..?"
"Well," he continues, "what's the last thing you remember before falling asleep?"
I think for a while. I actually don't remember falling asleep. I was kidnapped, and Ryan was singing a weird song he wrote I think, and then... A pocket knife?? I don't remember anything after that.
"When did I fall asleep?" I ask the man.
"About 4 hours ago, I think. It's seven o'clock right now," he replies, looking at his watch. "Anyway, I'm just here to tell you to not remove that watch on your wrist. If you do, let's just say, bad things will happen."
"What kind of-"
"I'll let someone else explain the rest. See you later, Stephanie Anderson." He opens the door and walks out, shutting it behind him.
I want to slap him in the face.
He kidnaps me against my own will and asks me to keep some stupid watch on my stupid wrist?!
I look at the stupid silver weird thing on my stupid wrist and attempt to slide it off, but it's on too tight. So I look for a latch or something ...
but there isn't one.
It's like the stupid thing was built around my stupid wrist. I sit back down on the floor, my emotions starting to overwhelm me.
Now I'm a part of the "Silver lake High missing case," as they so wonderfully put it.
My door opens again, and I look up to see Timothy Smith. "Hey, Stephanie. Get up, I'll give you a tour of the place." He walks over to me and holds his hand out. I take his hand and he helps me up as I notice that his watch thing is also on his right wrist.
"Hey Tim, are you left handed too?" I ask.
He gasps. "Yeah, are you?!" *(Studio C reference)*
I laugh at his reaction. It feels good to laugh after so much fear and stress.
"First thing I'll tell you is that this is going to feel weird," he starts. I nod to show that I'm listening. "There's nothing we can really do about the fact that we've been kidnapped, so we just have to make the best of it."
I ponder his words. "I guess that makes sense."
He nods. "Yeah. So are you ready for a tour now, or would you rather get settled in first?"
"Better now than later," I shrug. "And what do you mean by settled in?"
"I'll explain after the tour," he winks, opening the door for me.
I feel a lot better about this now.
Still not trusting that man, though.
***
- Wednesday morning, 6:21am -
(Peter Anderson)
I wake up in the morning and check the clock. Stephanie's probably still asleep. I should probably go back to sl-
A deadly black creeper (aka spider) walks across my bedroom wall. I quickly get up and run to Stephanie's room.
"Stephanie!" I shout, opening her room door. "There's a deadl-..."
She's not here. Where did she go?! She's gonna be in trouble!!
***
- Wednesday morning, 8:34am -
(Narrator *(Finally!!)*)
Mrs. Anderson sits at the table with the loss of an appetite. Of course, it's not the only thing she lost that week.
Her daughter was fine. She was doing well (or at least well enough) in school, and had supportive friends that cared for her. She wasn't being bullied, and she had a loving family.
What reason could she have to leave it all behind?
Mr. Anderson walks into the room, having the news play on his phone.
(News reporter:) "...Stephanie Anderson and Ryan Marshall seem to be yesterday's new Silverlake High Missing students. Neither of them appeared to be having suicidal thoughts, but after a small investigation, it seems as though Marshall had actually been planning to commit suicide long before last night..."
But what stopped him before? And why did Stephanie do the same?
Was it peer pressure somehow..?
***
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Mr. Smith walked into his employee's office. "Mister Marshall, I believe this student is related to you," the first man said, implying that the latter should be the one to explain to the teen what goes on in this twisted place.
"Ah, Ryan Marshall? Yes, that's my son," he groaned internally. "What did he get detention for?"
Mr. Smith shrugged. "You'll have to take that up with Miss Beatty. Anyway, you ought to explain 'you know what' to your son while I'll do the same to the girl."
Mr. Marshall sighed. "Alright, but I'll need backup."
Mr. Smith paused. "Why...?"
"Because he hates me. He's going to try to escape, no doubt." He rolled his eyes.
"Uh-huh.." The man then turned towards the door. "I'll keep that in mind."
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