//CONTAINS CURSING AND SEXUAL CONTENT// Hope you like (Wasted a lot of time on this)

"Fine, let me ask you another question, Ms. Patterson. During your employment at Sintery Enterprises, did Mrs. Moore act strange the night of April 1st of 1978? "Other than her usual weird behavior? She seemed troubled like she had known something, and she didn't know what to do with it." Doris replied. "Could you elaborate more on that, please?" Doris looked nervous, probably because she wasn't in the office. Too busy sucking face with the new interns. "Earlier, about 10 minutes before her breakdown, she got a call. She's been receiving them since her...accident." "She always said a certain location and hung up. She didn't want us to hear. My friend and I did some... investigating. We found the location she would disclose led to an old payphone. It was about ten blocks from the office." Doris continued, staring my way. Nosey rat. "Go on." Kenny paced, eagerly waiting for the incriminating answer. "That night, she received a call again, but she didn't leave this time. My fellow intern and I were uh-chatting when we heard the conversation." Doris replied, looking not at us but the bitter old hag behind us. "She seemed angry. At one point, she screamed out the name Lori." "Do you believe this could've been the victim?" "Objection, your honor, leading question.", James said, tapping his leg, anxiously waiting for his turn. "Sustained." "Let me re-phrase. Who do you think Mrs. Moore was talking to on the phone?" "I believe she was speaking to Lori Drew." Doris was staring intently at Mrs. Drew, looking for approval.

Clarice is forced by her parents to pretend to be someone she's not. Her whole life is a big lie. She finally can't take it anymore, and she decides to put an end to her misery. No one can stop her. Well, they can try, but she's going to take them down. No matter who they are.