Charlie is seventeen, and they are fucking dead.
Before they can even legally drink alcohol, like come on.
So lost with little to no memory, they find theirself in a large elevator with multiple ghosts such as theirself.
"I need a fucking therapist." -Charlie
!!WARNING!!
This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, death, suicide, alcohol, murder, drug use, weapons, abuse, and other.
Read at your own risk, and remember to stop if you feel triggered.
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Charlie's past has to come out she can't keep running forever...
Ever since she killed her first victim shes had a change for blood and has gone mad. Her and her friends seek revenge from what happened at the accident with Red. But ever since she had electro shock therapy her memory got more and more mixed up until finally she forgot everything!
Can the psychiatrist figure out what she's mad about?