☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A boy discovers his
dead lover faked her death
for years to escape her old life
The words written were undeniably hers.
"Even in death, he's still mine.
Remember that.
𝐋♥︎𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
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highly recommend playing the music to get the full effect
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WHEN THE VEIL FELL I SAW DEATH WAITING!
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I'M FINALLY FUCKING DEAD. A DAY that many did not think would happen so soon. That quiet girl that nobody really cared or paid attention to; finally kicked the bucket. Thank god.
What a sad way to go, dying alone in the cold while all the people who never knew I existed claimed they "Looked everywhere for her". How pitiful. How pitiful that every last one of them will soon meet my fate?
Now, that's what I would say if I were a psycho.
But genuinely, I have no care for revenge. My life was miserable before my death; the only boy I loved was probably better without me anyway.
So I don't care.
On the day I died, I was walking home from school late. It was raining hard, the hardest it ever was. Setting the mood perfectly, I picked this day as the day I died. It would be unpoetic to die on a bright, sunny day.
Everyone who didn't know me said I was happy my entire life. There is no way I could've done it myself! I was too happy living! I didn't even do anything to come off happy, but that helped me more.
Nobody would suspect me and go looking for me anymore after they couldn't find my killer.
Some of the stories people were saying about how I died made sense if you weren't me. How would I get caught up with the wrong people? Hmm... I suppose that one is closest to my situation.
People said I might've just gotten hit and dragged away so they wouldn't get caught. Makes sense. But how would you know? Shouldn't such a theory get a target on your head?
Since they couldn't find my body, nor anything to explain my death, the sad excuse of our police force just closed the case. That's what I would say if I actually died because they made themselves useful for once in their lifetime.
All they needed was a little bit of money to keep their slimy little mouths shut. Perfect for me.
So the police stopped caring, ruling it out as death with purpose. But they didn't want to deal with the constant what-ifs for this case and realized they were chasing their tails. At least, that's what they told the public.
And so they gave up. They gave up on me and my justice. But her murderer is still out there! These people make it too easy to die, and they make it too easy to get off scot-free for it. It makes me wonder if anyone cared.
