Prologue: tragic fates

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𓃠"𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕

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"𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕."
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"Aren't you going to pass that?" Nate asked while sitting on the couch. He was dazed, half the words that came out of his mouth were mumbled. I gave him a stern look before walking away.

Why would I ever pass someone a drink? Don't they have hands and feet for themselves?

My cardigan was slipping off my shoulder when I walked to the pool table. My boyfriend, Sly, was talking with my best friend, Emma. I joined them in as they were speaking on a private topic. They both were surprised to see me, but their looks faded into a smile. I wasn't naive. I knew they had a thing going, but I didn't want to be as alone as I already was.

"Ella, have you heard of the news? Do you remember Jaden, the piggy we used to make fun of?" Emma pulled out her phone searching for something. I recalled the chubby boy in class that was always picked on by my friends. I felt bad for him, since on my worst days, even I bullied him. It wasn't one of my proudest moment, but it was what it was.

"Yeah." I said with a bored tone attached to my voice. I leaned against the pool table ready to listen to Emma's latest and greatest gossip spills.

"Well, the police have been looking for him since last Friday!" My eyes flickered to the floor. Guilt rushed through my blood. I hope he returns safely to his parents soon. They must be worried sick.

"Yeah, so what?" I replied coldly.

Emma rolled her eyes. "They think the dummy committed suicide. He left a goodbye note to his parents."

My eyes froze looking at my boyfriend. He was giggling with his friends when hearing about the news. It disappointed me, but there wasn't anything I could do.

"I'm going home. I had enough of this." I grabbed my backpack from the ground and headed to the door. I lived only a couple houses away so I made it to my house in no time. As usual my boyfriend stayed behind. Not even bothering to give me a good nights kiss.

It hurt.

Jack brought all the equipment we needed for our science experiment

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Jack brought all the equipment we needed for our science experiment. I was late to class so I quickly put my lab coat on with a pair of gloves before the teacher would notice. To my luck, Jack had covered for me.

"I heard you were going to Evergreens Academy?" Jack smiled.

"I am, my parents are forcing me to go. I might be able to convince them so I could stay here." I said while reading through the instructions for the lab experiment.

"Are you serious? A highly prestigious academy wants you to attend their expensive school and you have the guts to reject?" Jack laughed.

I joined in the laughter with him.

"I'm only able to go because my great grandfather was one of the founders for the small town that includes the academy."

"Damn, only in my dreams."

"Trust me. Whenever I go to visit that town, I get creepy vibes."

"But it's Canada! It's only a few hour drive from here, Boston."

"I know! I just. I hate it there."

"ELLA!" Jack grabbed my arm and pushed me to the ground with him. Everything was going to fast. Gun shots started being fired at every direction. Jack helped me reach the door of the room to escape.

"What the fuck?" Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was shaking from fright. A gun shot hit Jack in the leg. It wasn't fatal. However, who knew how long it would take the ambulance to arrive. I fell down next to him. I hadn't paid attention to the shooter as I was trying to wrap a cloth around Jack's leg to prevent the rapid flow of blood.

"Kapriella." The shaky voice of the shooter called to me. "You were nice to me at times, but at other times..."

I looked behind me to see that the shooter was Jaden. I wasn't surprised to see that he was the shooter. It made sense to me.

He cried uncontrollably. "You threw the cake I made for you on your birthday!"

My heart pained at that. I started crying with him. The cake he made for me that day, made me feel a mix of emotions.

I was grumpy because my father returned with his new wife to town on my birthday. The sight of seeing someone doing something affectionate towards me made me throw all my anger towards them. That day it happened to poor Jaden.

I felt terrible. More than terrible, I felt like death.

"I had a crush on you, but you humiliated me in front of all your friends. Then your boyfriend... he and his friends found me at the end of the day. They beat me until I passed out. I woke up the next day to several phone calls from my mother. They wanted to know if I was dead. I felt pretty sure like it."

"This all started with you, Kapriella. This is all on you."

"Jaden. Please be reasonable. Put the gun down and we can talk about this!" I pleaded. Jack continued to bleed tremendously.

"No. No. You need to face your punishment." Jaden lifted his gun up to my head and shot me.

The bullet hit my stomach. He was a terrible shooter, but at least he got me in a fatal wound. I fell to the ground lifelessly. Jack screamed my name, but his voice was cut short by another gun shot. Tears continued to flow down my eyes.

I watched as Jaden continue to fire his bullets everywhere before finally putting the gun in his mouth and letting go of the trigger.

This was the end of my life. I still didn't blame Jaden for his actions. I would've done the same from all the years of torment.

I watched the ceiling as it started slowly fading away. My number one regret was not being able to see the sky as I passed away. Instead I had the view of moldy ceilings. There were dead bodies everywhere. Each time my eyes shut, it became heavier and heavier to keep opening them up.

Memories of my childhood started to play. The times when I was all alone during my parents divorce. My mother working her ass off to keep the roof over my head. The amount of schools I had to change. The nasty friends I made over the years. I could not remember a single friend that I had made that I genuinely liked. I could not. Regrets filled my head as I slowly underwent a deep slumber.

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