Charlie's Furies

Prologue pt. 1

Hey y'all. I most likely won't fully start on this book until I've finished T.S., but I'm still gonna post one or two more chapters to fully set the scene of where I'm going with this. I'm posting it now because I need to know if it's gonna be something you all would want to read and know ahead of time if I should scrap it or move forward with the story. That's why I'd really appreciate your feedback more than usual so I'll know not to waste creative energy on a story that won't succeed.

So vote and comment please!!!

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The prologue is a conversion of the reddit r/nosleep story "The sisters of House Omega". The chapters after the prologue will be completely my own creative thought and writing.

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I was never the type to join a sorority. My twin sister, Ming, begged me to rush with her the summer before our freshman year approached, but I think she knew deep-down I was a lost cause. I was a band geek in high school, and a band geek I intended to remain.

Don't get me wrong - this isn't some "not like other girls" bullshit. I was happy for Ming. I even got trashed on celebratory wine coolers with her when she pledged her sorority. We just had different interests. As long as she was happy, that's all that mattered, and I know she felt the same about me.

How did I miss that she was so deeply unhappy?

She threw herself off the bell tower in the center of campus less than 3 weeks before the end of the spring semester. I hadn't seen her in a couple of days; I was holed up at the library pulling double all-nighters to finish my final paper for Greek and Roman Mythology. I woke up in the early afternoon on a Sunday to 10 missed calls from mom and a text from Ming.

My other half 🤞🏾: love u forever Oni. I'm so sorry.

Sent at 2:55 a.m.

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Witnesses say she jumped at 3:02.

I skipped finals, took incompletes in all of my classes, and headed home to be with my mom. Drake, our best friend from high school, offered to bail on the rest of the semester too, but I didn't want him to lose his scholarship. Still, he made the 2-hour drive home every weekend to hang with me. We didn't talk much; it still hurt too much to remember the good times, and I didn't care much about the present. But it was better than drinking alone, and Drake was generous with sharing his weed.

My mom insisted I get back into the swing of things this Fall. I decided just to do a half-time course load, mostly focused on finishing up my classes from last semester. I moved into a solo room in the dorms that's more the size of a closet than a real livable space. I didn't mind being alone. I kind of preferred it that way.

Drake, though, thought that the solitude was bad for me. Or at least that's what he claimed when he dragged me along to a Greek party last weekend. Ming was popular among the guys in his fraternity, he said, and they'd all been asking about me. Worried. I really didn't want to go, but Drake wouldn't let up.

"It's what Ming would want, Onika."

Asshole. Even if he was right.

That's how I found myself last Saturday in the passenger seat of Drake's BMW, driving out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. I quickly realized I had no idea where the hell we were or where we were headed. I'd never gone to a frat party with Ming, navigating a sea of sweaty dudes who smell like PBR isn't my ideal night out, but I was pretty sure most frat houses weren't 45 minutes from campus, tucked away off a dirt road that didn't even have a name on Google Maps.