"I saved her." A creepypasta love story (REWRITTEN)

Ch.1 - Intro

'Hello' is such an informal way to introduce myself. Maybe something like 'greetings?' So, greetings. My name is Jay West and I'm an 18-year old senior who goes to jail, but as others like to call it 'high school.' My favorite color is red and I enjoy long, romantic walks on the beach and having fun with my friends. Well, I assume I would, I don't have any to hang out with; not a surprise since I'm the quiet type. Few people know me and fewer people want to befriend me. I don't mind this as much as I should, I'm sort of used to this stuff by now, being alone listening to music is basically how I spend my repetitive days.

The first thing I see when I wake up is my Nightmare Before Christmas shirt. I mumbled some swears to myself as I stood up and yawned. "My bedroom's a mess," I thought to myself: shirts, accessories, posters clinging on the wall for dear life. I searched around to find my MCR shirt lying under a pile of clothes that are on my chair, I grabbed it and dragged myself to the mirror. I put on the shirt as I brush the knots out of my hair, clenching my teeth through the pain. I glanced around the room and grabbed my ripped up jeggings, carefully sliding my legs through so as to not tear them more. I then put in my skull earrings with crimson jewels for eyes. I gave the mirror one last look before I left the room, looking up at the kitchen clock I sigh, "I woke up late again, great," I exhaustedly spouted, walking out with an obvious lack of motivation.

My journey to the bus stop has always been an envious one, on all my sides I see middle-class families with their middle-class houses, everything was so clean: neat lawns, small trees, bushes unnecessarily shaped like exotic animals. But besides the vanity, some of these people were nice, I just wish that the kids were too. I have a few memories of people laughing at me because a phone was way out of my budget, all I had was my MP3 player with songs from the golden era of punk rock. But I was envious of the others around me, it even got to the point where I was tempted to rob them. The only thing holding me back was my family, I wouldn't want to bring them any more trouble.

I stood alone as I waited for the bus to arrive, did I miss it? God, I hope not, then I'll get a lecture from my mom. Soon after my slight panic, the bus pulled up, with a sigh of relief I went onto the bus and made my way to the back. I slumped into the seats and put in my earbuds, zoning out instantly. I wanted to avoid the people at the next few stops as much as possible, it's not like anyone wanted to sit next to me anyway. After a few more stops I felt a dark presence approaching, then I saw who got on... Miranda Watts; the queen bee. The sole reason my misery is doubled, my eyes were trapped in her gaze as my body fell cold. She just smiled at me, what a bitch. After I managed to break contact I went back to sink into my music, it was only a couple more stops until we've made it to hell after all.

As I get off of the bus I hear a disgusting laughter, as if it were nails on a chalkboard. I did my best to ignore it as I made my way to my first class, but as hard as I tried the laughter stuck with me. I checked my schedule as I saw that it was gym, great, I'm so excited for getting sweaty in the morning! "Ugh." I groaned, opening my locker with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Good morning Jay!" A sweet voice said to my left.

"Ah! Bridget!" I yelped in surprise "You scared me-"

"I just wanted to make sure that you're doing okay this morning!" She said with a smile,
oblivious to the fact that she had cut me off.

She was wearing a very preppy outfit: a soft pink shirt, very neat jeans, an open white jacket that with a heart stitched onto the left side of the chest, and to top it all off she had extremely long pastel pink hair that's obviously dyed. She was all about 'love and being happy' or whatever garbage people say. She would follow me around sometimes, checking up on me now and then. I wouldn't call her a friend because I felt an ulterior motive, maybe it was so she could feel better about herself?

"Morning Jay!" A disgustingly cheery voice said to my right. Miranda. She had a crooked
smile, but innocent Bridget couldn't see how terrible she really was.

"Good morning, Miranda!" She looked surprised to see Bridget next to me.

"Oh, didn't see you there Bri. What are you doing over here?"

"I'm just checking up on my friend!"

"We're not friends," I mumbled.

"Oh.. Well, it's good to see you too!" Miranda slowly walked back to her locker.

Once she got there I would catch her regularly glaring at me, only to snap her head back to her friends to tell them something. They would then all look at me and start giggling like a pack of hyenas. I rolled my eyes, but deep down I was already hurt, but Bridget didn't notice. She never does.

"Come on Jay, We're gonna be late!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the
locker room, through the gym and into the field track where everyone was.
It was a walking day so I really wasn't in a hurry. I started to walk around the field as I tuned out Bridget, she was just talking about how she had cookies for lunch today or something. After we went to the other side a petite girl walked up to me.

"Miranda wanted to see you behind the bleachers," she said, pointing behind me. I stood still as I felt myself growing weak, Bridget nudged me towards the bleachers.

"Well, you better go see what's up!" No! Why! Why Bridget! I gulped and followed the
direction she was pointing, looking back to see Bridget waving and the other girl with a wicked grin on her face.