Scarlet wasn't exactly your... typical teen. Standing at about 5'3, with seemingly unnatural red hair and slate blue eyes, along with her favored dark attire, she stood out. A lot. She was actually very pretty, and there were many boys at the school that wanted her attention. Unfortunately, the red-head simply wasn't interested. Not in a stuck-up "I'm too good for you" kind of way, but because she wasn't... girly. Or boy crazy. In fact, Scarlet was, essentially, "one of the guys." Sports, war games, childish pranks, skate-boarding, you name it; she never missed any of the fun. But she did have a slight issue; she was absolutely obsessed with anything to do with blood and murder. So naturally, she became obsessed with the infamous case of Jeff the Killer. And that is how our story begins.
You just moved away. Far, far away from where you lived before. You still don't know if it was for the better or the worse. But you know that you are not alone, because there is your best friend with you.
Warning: this story is absolutely not for a young audience. There is strong language, depression, self harm, gore, rape and sex. Please keep that in mind.
I'm mainly doing this because I needed something to get my frustration out and I guess I really like Jeff the killer 😂 I hope that he's still popular but whatev.
I bet no one expected this kind of story from me! From the silly Ciacci.
And please, in this story I'll accept criticism, after all I intended it to be a serious and scary story and your help will be very apreciated.