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xxx"Welcome to a fabulous
xxxsense of lost self,
xxxacute paranoia,
xxxand emotional trauma."
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But just as things seemed as they couldn’t get any better Benjamin and Rebecca urgently left. Heather found it a little odd at first but then figured that they just were just going to get something together. Heather went back to watching Willow finish up with the mixing bowl when even she took a look at her cellphone. It was the look that came over Willow’s face that made Heather worried.
"Heather, check your phone. I think... something's up."
And with that Willow had also left, leaving Heather, suddenly, alone. It must have been something bad for everyone to act the way they were. Heather grabbed her phone from her pocket. It was on silence so she hadn’t noticed that she received a text. She unlocked her phone and looked at the message she had received.
No Caller ID
Heather Swan. You have a couple of dark secrets you hide from everyone. Sure a little digging would reveal that you are a kidnap victim but what you failed to even mention to the police is what you did while there. How people would look at you different if they knew the introverted Heather Swan aided in many people’s deaths? Even though I may have killed Sarah my body count doesn’t match yours. I do enjoy a challenge.
Heather couldn’t believe her eyes. There was a lot coming from the text. The confession of Sarah’s murder as well as them possessing information that only she thought she knew about the time during her kidnapping. She didn’t directly kill anyone but she still felt guilty for being the one that lead some people to their deaths. The reason she was kept for so long and not killed herself was to act as a lure. She’d lure unsuspecting victims to places to be kidnapped. Most were kids no older than thirteen. Heather did it because it was her only way to live another few days. It was her only way of being “useful” to the kidnappers.
The sudden flood of repressed memories combined with the texted threat proved to be too much for Heather. It was like an information overload. The floor seemed to sway underneath the girl’s feet and found it increasingly hard to stand even as she grasped the counter for balance. The very next moment she saw nothing but blackness as she fainted.