The gift of pain I generously received with no questions whatsoever,
The agony and gore from life I endured,
Master after Master I served,
Less than a human and even lesser than an animal I was.
Living day after day with no hope; no zeal; no passion; no ambition,
A puppet in the hands of the puppeteers,
A rag to be trampled upon by every passerby,
The perfect slave I was.
But hatred slowly but surely grew within me,
Self-loathing at every given chance,
I hated myself for being pathetically weak but I hated them more,
Little had I known I was slowly but surely becoming one of them,
I became more of a monster than they ever were.
A weapon of destruction and chaos,
Crafted skillfully by vengeance and revenge,
Carved in a furnace of fury and rage,
Fueled by anger and hate, I AM.
One by one I'LL MAKE THEM PAY. A faith worse than death AWAITS THEM ALL. At my mercy, THEY SHALL BE.
When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets.
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Natalie Driscoll is dead.
She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers.
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