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Veronika Mikhailov

Most people wonder how they got a bruise on their thigh. I know how I get mine.

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a character in “Autumn Leaves”, as played by phoenixheart

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A bruise is a lessonx It means I got back up



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N A M E
Veronika Antonevna Mikhailov

N I C K N A M E (S)
Ronnie (common, neutral, she prefers her full name)
Lisichka (parents only)

B I R T H D A Y
17th June 1999| 18

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian
Russian-American

S E C R E T
She has a crush on Felix which Autumn found out about.

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S T Y L E
Veronika's style swings wildly from pastel feminine clothes, peasant blouses and maxi skirts and the likes, to clothes that would see her blend in easily at an indie-rock concert. She likes what she likes, even if her wardrobe doesn't follow a distinct style. The only consistency is her preference for flats or low heels. She's rather Bambi-ish in anything more than three inches.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'6.5" and 125lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Veronika has a very slight frame, with little in the way of fat or muscle definition, which hides the strength that she actually possesses. She has delicate, pixie-like features, with large green eyes, and dirty blonde, wavy hair. In the summer, Veronika gets a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She's tiny all over and tends to be seen as cute by her peers, much to her personal annoyance.



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L I K E S
Most often, Veronika will be found in the library indulging in her love of literature. She loves visiting old book stores and could quite happily spend hours browsing their shelves. Veronika is definitely a bibliophile. She loves dogs, especially big fluffy ones. She wasn't allowed a big dog though, so she has a schnauzer called Sasha. She prefers green apples over red. Her favourite flowers are pink roses. Veronika gets her caffeine fix from tea. She likes jazz and indie music. She likes horror movies.

D I S L I K E S
Veronika dislikes coffee. The taste is far too bitter. Despite being of Russian heritage, Veronika cannot stand vodka. To be honest, she doesn't really like alcohol all that much anyway. She also doesn't like rap music. It's hard enough keeping track of rapid fire Russian from her dad's side of the family without trying to keep track of rapid fire English.



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Loyal | Calm | Compassionate | Stubborn

Veronika is a fairly laid back soul and it takes a fair bit to really rile her up. She does get annoyed but few have ever seen her really lose her temper, and it's really not a pretty sight. She usually just goes with the flow and lets the majority decide the action, only digging her heels in when something is hugely important to her, and then she can turn into a stubborn little madam. Veronika rarely takes the role of leader, not liking to make the end decision, but if she has to step up to the plate, she will, particularly when people are taking too long to make their minds up.

Veronika is very careful with people's feelings, and tries to find the best way not to hurt anyone's feelings, even if that means her own get hurt, which is why she kept quiet about her crush on Felix.. She hates to be the one to dish out the harsh home truths to people and usually just lets people get on with their own lives. Veronika is a fiercely loyal friend and will always have your back in a fight unless she also likes the person you're fighting with, in which case, she will walk away and let you two figure it out, or someone else. She refuses to take sides among friends. It really is more trouble than it's worth. She tends to avoid arguments, but when she's in the wrong, she will apologise as soon as she can, sometimes, straight after the words have left her mouth. If she believes that the other person is in the wrong, she will hold a grudge until they've apologised and then, as far as she is concerned, that's the end of it. She can be the kind of person to give someone way too many second chances, but she does try to see the best in everyone, even if no one else can see it.

While she does try to give off a confident aura, Veronika isn't that confident. Not to say she's shy, because she isn't, she's just not that gregarious. She can be sociable, she loves listening to people's stories in particular, but she does like her own company from time to time. Also, she's never quite sure how to take a compliment, and generally just feels uncomfortable, smiles and says a polite 'thank you' even if she doesn't really believe it herself. She knows that she isn't a bad person, but she feels uncomfortable when people point out good things about her.
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F A M I L Y

Father:- Anton Mikhailov. Lawyer. 46.
Despite his busy career, Veronika has always been close to her father. As a child, she would spend many hours in his office while he explained his case notes to her on weekend afternoon or while her mom was working. While he may have missed some of her ice skating performances, Veronika never realised because he was always there to pick her up afterwards.

Mother:- Angela Mikhailov (nee Carter) Accountant. 45
Angela did most of the heavy lifting when it came to raising Veronika. Her job allowed her to work from home meaning she had more time to dote on her only daughter. Veronika is close to both her parents but is more similar in temperament to her mother.



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H I S T O R Y
Veronika is the only child of of Anton and Angela Mikhailov. She had a happy childhood growing up in the small town, which pockets of her father's family invaded every other Christmas, from wherever they had settled. She was twelve before she saw a face for the second time, but at least the food was always good. The years they don't come, the family travel upstate to spend Christmas with her maternal grandparents. She met Autumn in kindergarten and from there she met Felix and the others. Although she didn't know it at the time, these would be the six people she would grow up with, at least until Autumn died. Luckily, she quite liked all of them.

While she was in elementary school, Veronika took up ice skating. She intended for it to be a hobby, but it soon become something she did competitively. When she's not at school or with the six, she would be at the ice rink practising her basics or perfecting a new routine. She was good and won a few junior titles along the way. The 5AM training sessions during the week weren't fun, and they still aren't, but they're a sacrifice Veronika is willing to make if it keeps her in contention for titles and nationals.

While she always liked Felix, she wasn't aware that her feelings towards him differed from her feelings towards the rest of the group. Not until they started high school and he and Autumn officially became an item. Even though there looked to be something inevitable about Felix and Autumn, Veronika couldn't quite summon the levels of enthusiasm that other people seemed to have. It took her while to realise that she was jealous of Autumn. Veronika wasn't used to not having what she wanted, and suddenly Autumn had everything she had ever wanted. Somehow, the news that Veronika had a crush on Felix made it back to Autumn. The two had a minor confrontation about it. Autumn seemed to be thrilled that someone else liked Felix. Veronika told Autumn that she just wanted Felix to be happy and Veronika never thought on the issue again. Autumn held onto that though and took whatever opportunity she could to flaunt Felix in front of Veronika. That never sat well with Veronika, not just because of her feelings towards Felix, but because the way Autumn used Felix like he was property.

In the days before Autumn's death, Veronika finally cracked and called Autumn out on her treatment of Felix. Of course, Autumn accused Veronika of petty jealousy which Veronika didn't take well. Next thing she knew, her hand was stinging and Autumn was cradling her cheek. That was the last time Veronika spoke to Autumn of her own accord. She was civil when they hung out with the rest of their friends, but the closeness of their previous years disappeared. Knowing how the argument would look to the police, she omitted it from her statement, instead telling the police that they had simply drifted apart.


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T A L E N T S
Ice skating
Ice dancing
Bilingual- is fluent in Russian as well as English
Reading people

W E A K N E S S E S
Felix
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Occasionally suffers leg pain due to ice skating.


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Veronika Mikhailov's Story

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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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The investigation is underway and today is the day each of the six friends will be questioned. School is commencing as usual, therefore the six will be individually interviewed starting from 4pm. The police and school want to provide a sense of normalcy for the students, and so thought it crucial not to interrupt their school day. Little do they know that another, mysterious, figure has other plans for the six. In a small room, with curtains drawn and lit only by the light of a singular desk lamp that has begun flickering, showing it's age, a person sits, phone in hand as they write out a series of texts.

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To: Felix, Willow, Winston, Veronika, Angelina, Noah, Alice, Carissa, Dashiel, Kara

I know what you did.
Autumn.


The number is blocked and the teens have no way of tracing it, all they can do now is hope and pray that they don't get any more of these cryptic messages from a dead girl.

If only it were that simple.




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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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Veronika stretched her leg out across the bench and reached forward to her toes. She could feel the slight pull in her thigh before she eased back up and rolled down again. It had been a long morning, she mused as she pulled off her second boot. Triple salchow after triple salchow. She landed the last one awkwardly, skidding along the ice. Her fingers were red from the surface water and she could feel a bruise beginning to bloom on her thigh.

She threw her boots into her bag and slid the band from her hair. She shook her head trying to get the damp kink out of it. Veronika was halfway through finger brushing her hair when she heard her phone buzz. Weird, she thought. Who was texting her this early in the morning? She put the thought out of her head and headed out to the parking lot. Veronika pulled her coat around herself as the cold morning air bit through her. She threw her bag onto the passanger seat and sighed.

The last fall. The last frigging fall. She had almost had it and she fell. Veronika slammed her hand against the steering wheel. The horn echoed across the lot as she sank lower into her seat as a few heads turned her way. She slid her phone from the front pocket of her bag and tapped on the unknown number.

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I know what you did.
Autumn


Her hands shook. This had to be a sick joke. It had to be. She dropped her phone onto her lap and started her engine. What kind of sick prank was this? Who pretended to be a dead girl to text people? Her father had always said that this had been a nice town with nice people. Clearly. Veronika picked her phone back up.

To:Unknown
Is this supposed to be a joke?


To: All
Finished practice. Anyone need a ride?


A second later her phone buzzed. 'Failed to send' flashed up. Veronika cursed in Russian and dropped her phone onto the seat next to her. She rested her head against her hands and took a deep breath. This was fine. She hadn't done anything wrong. Veronika set her car in gear and pulled out of the lot, driving slowly as she waited for a response from her friends.

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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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Even though it was October, Noah wouldn't miss a morning run. It was the only approved way to get out of the house before anyone else was awake. Normally his mother was up by 6:30 making breakfast, so he always tried to leave by 6:15. But the pregnancy had been difficult for her so far, and the doctor had ordered bed rest for most of the day. She couldn't stand it, but she didn't dare risk disobeying.

The cool air wrapped around his legs and arms as Deep Blue Scene's latest album streamed through his cordless earbuds. Their music had always been more appropriate for cold seasons. His sneakers struck the pavement to the even 4/4 rhythm of "Free Fire." His lungs burned from the chill of the air as he jogged up the driveway of the Oliver family home.

The music volume dropped as his text tone sounded, but he didn't bother to check it. Instead, he climbed the stairs, headed straight for the shower to wash away the layer of sweat on his skin. He turned the water as hot as he could stand and stepped in, letting the heat thaw the frost in his bones. He missed two-a-days. Soccer practice was the best excuse to leave early and come home late that anyone could ask for, but the off-season league only practiced after school. He supposed it could be worse, though. As soon as indoor started, he'd be down to three practices a week until the regular season.

Soon enough, he couldn't put off getting out anymore. He had to get dressed and face the smell of bacon and eggs from the kitchen. So he did.

Noah couldn't remember ever seeing his father cook before, but here he was for the third week in a row, preparing breakfast for the family. Noah finally checked his phone.

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I know what you did.
Autumn.


The text itself was disturbing enough. I know what you did. But the signature at the bottom was enough to make him want to smash his phone on the spot. Autumn. Impossible. Autumn. She died. Autumn. People don't just come back from the dead. Autumn Autumn Autumn.

"Who's texting you this early?" his father asked with a frown.

Noah locked his phone and gave an innocent smile. "Just Dash," he lied. "It's nothing important. Just jokes."

"You know we still need to meet Dash," his mother said from the kitchen table, surprising Noah. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but he managed to calm himself before either of his parents saw.

"Yes, ma'am, soon, maybe," he said dismissively, and he began to set the table. It wasn't that he was worried about what they would say about his best friend. On the contrary, he knew exactly what they would think about his tattoos, his piercing, his clothes. It was something he would avoid if he possibly could. His father piled bacon, eggs, and toast on to each plate. The three of them sat at the little round kitchen table, breakfasts steaming on their plates, but none of them made any moves to eat.

"Would you like to lead us in saying Grace, Noah," his father ordered, cloaking the demand in the trappings of an offer.

"Yes, sir." He knew the prayer by heart. He could recite it without an issue beside the dryness of his throat and the anxiety ripping at his chest. So he did.

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AGE // sixteenxBIRTHDATE // July 2nd, 2001x.SEXUAL // heterosexualx.ROMANTIC // quasiromanticxxFACECLAIM // odeya rushx.xHEX // #3f8cb0 | #8dbabax.xSECRET // autumn's uncleImage"Shit!" Angelina's training partner grunted as the blue-eyed brunette threw the taller girl to the floor. "Damn, Lina. It's training. Don't kill me now."

It was early in the morning, but it was customary for Angelina and her mixed martial arts team to practice at a time like this. Angelina's team was incredibly competitive, and practiced often to hone their skills; it had instilled a good work ethic in Angelina.

"Come on, Regina," Kadek Gerver, an experienced member of the team chastised the girl on the floor. "If you can't take being kicked in the ass by Angelina at five in the morning, then I'm sincerely concerned about what will happen to you in the ring."

Kadek Gerver was a tall woman, the twenty-year-old only an eighth of an inch short of six feet; she was in college, but still devoted time to the team. Kadek was of Indonesian and German descent, with serious dark brown eyes and long black hair that was almost always tied in a ponytail. She and Angelina had a mutual respect; they were both too serious to be close friends, though. The two sparred a decent amount, giving tips to each other about technique and anything of the like.

Regina van Aalsburg, on the other hand, had a more relaxed persona. She stood at 5'8", and was pure European, with her pale porcelain skin and chalky blonde hair, along with her muted jade green eyes and prominent Roman nose. Angelina would be lying if she said the blonde was a bad athlete; she definitely wasn't, but Regina, to be honest, was more of a softball player than a fighter. Nonetheless, the blonde had potential.

"You need to improve your reaction time," Angelina told the girl on the floor bluntly. "It's not your actual defensive technique that needs help; responding to your opponent's movements quickly enough is something you need to spend time on." Angelina gestured towards Saki Mac AodhagΓ‘in, a petite Irish and Japanese girl known for her speedy yet brutal attacks. The freshman girl was an unconventionally skilled combatant. "I'd send you off to Saki, but you won't be able to catch up to her anytime soon."

Regina grit her teeth, clearly annoyed at the prospect of being compared to a 13-year-old high schooler who had yet to reach a height of five feet or a weight of ninety pounds. "Fine," the blonde spat out grudgingly. "What do you want me to do?"

In the end, Angelina sent the blonde to their coach, who in turn yelled at Regina to do intense drills until she literally collapsed. Angelina sparred with Charles Vogt, a boy a year above her. Lina didn't think the teenager was aware that she understood the unsavory German phrases he muttered to himself during their water break.

The team's morning practice ended when it was almost seven. Angelina felt her phone vibrate with text notifications as her coach informed them about the quick practice that afternoon and a treat at some ice cream store that would soon follow, along with an upcoming competition. Coach Rome dismissed the team and Angelina left the building, bag on her shoulder as she turned on her phone.

Angelina wasn't fond of texting, since she had to pay to do so. Therefore, Angelina didn't use the traditional texting app and chose to use a less-known, but one that was free of charge. Angelina very rarely got prank-texted for this very reason. All her friends respected her opinion on texting and specifically messaged Lina using a free messaging app.

However, no one outside of Angelina's circle of friends knew this little tidbit about her. The brunette raised a brow suspiciously when she saw that an unknown number had sent her a message. She didn't trust this at all.

From: Unknown Number
I know what you did.
Autumn.

Angelina's eyebrows shot up as a flurry of panic passed through her. Usually, she was an incredibly logical person, and would've passed this off as some stupid prank. However...

Only Angelina's friends knew about how she texted (that included Autumn). Only the people closest to her could even be on the right track of finding out what she had done (that included Autumn). Only a small fraction of people would be personally offended by what she had done.

(That included Autumn.)

But Autumn was dead. Her body was found after she supposedly threw herself off a lighthouse (Angelina knew that might not be true, but Autumn couldn't possibly be alive).

Soon after contemplating over the message she received, Angelina received another one.

From: Veronika Mikhailov
Finished practice. Anyone need a ride?

Marianna had dropped Angelina off in the morning, and unfortunately, Lina's older sister was busy at the moment. The brunette quickly typed out a response.

To: Veronika Mikhailov
I'm at my MMA training center. Thanks.

Over her years, Angelina had adamantly refused to use chat speak, or nickname her friends in the texting app she used. The brunette opened a web browser, choosing to read an article while patiently waiting for Veronika to arrive.

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'Ah, forget it, I am up now.' Carissa thought to herself after hitting the snooze button on her phone for the fifth time this morning. She groaned as she rolled over to the other side of her bed and could not believe that school was still commencing after Autumn's death. With the thought being put in the back of her mind after her ears twitched at the door to her room opening and her mother waltzed in, sitting at the foot of Carissa's bed now. "You do not have to go to school if you do not want to." Her mother stated as Carissa sighed and rolled over to face her mother now, shrugging her shoulders with a response now. "I'm good to go to school." She mentioned as her mother nodded her head then stood up while letting Carissa know that her father was preparing breakfast. "I'll be down in a minute. Let me get ready." She said as her mother left her room and Carissa removed the covers from over the lower half of her body then officially got out of the bed. She stretched her arms up high towards the sky and let out a small but well deserved yawn this morning as she walked over towards her closet now, rummaging through it until she decided on a decent outfit to the day.

Once that was marked off the checklist within her mind, she continued on towards the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, showered and curled her hair. From there, Carissa walked back into her room just in time to hear her phone chime as she was getting a message from someone. Carissa picked up her phone and saw the number was blocked, which made her raised up her left eyebrow as she went ahead and read the message anyway. As she was done reading it, she threw her phone on the bed and let out a gasp then covered her mouth, trying her best not to scream. The text sent shivers up her spine and she was literally breaking out in chill bumps from that message now. Even though the text message scared her a little bit, she still got ready for school and sat down at her vanity area as she put on small dabs of her makeup but jumped whenever her phone chimed again.

'Who could this be now?' Carissa asked herself as she put on lip gloss then stood up and walked back over to her bed, where she grabbed her phone and seen Veronika's name scroll across the screen. With a breath of relief passing over her parted lips, she read the message and started to type out a reply.

To: Veronika
If you do not mind swinging by the house and picking me up then I'd love a ride. :) Thanks in advance!


She sent the message then turned towards her floor stand mirror and reviewed over herself then nodded her head with approval as she grabbed her purse on the way out of her room then went down the stairs to join her mother and father for breakfast. "Morning, dad." Carissa said as she delivered a kiss upon his cheek then smiled over towards her mother as she sat down at the table and looked at the steam wafting off of the breakfast. "No need to take me to school today, dad. Veronika's taking me, I think. I'll let you know otherwise." She mentioned as she started to eat her breakfast and her father smiled towards her with a small nod of his head. "Sounds good." Carissa smiled over towards him then snapped her fingers as she wondered who was going to school today and who wasn't so she decided to send out a mass text.

To: The Friends :)
Please tell me that you all are going to school today.


She did not want to be too alone at school today so that's why she decided to ask everyone to see if she needed to stay at home today or not. But it probably was a little bit too late for that now that she mentioned to Veronika and her parents that she was going. Once she sent the message, she sat her phone down and went back to eating breakfast and socializing with her parents while she waited for Veronika to swing by the house to pick her up this morning.

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Felix started out his morning as he did any other - being crushed by the weight of his sister, Zehra, jumping on him. Wincing slightly in pain, Felix pushes her off onto the bed and sits himself up. Zehra just stared at him, a grin plastered over her face. Felix knew she didn't realise that she wasn't eight any more, and he couldn't really take the weight of her whole body now. Alas, that was something he couldn't tell her though, not when she derived so much joy out of trying to make him mad by waking him up in this manner. "Morning Z," Felix says, the end of his sentence turning into a yawn as he stretches. "Mom says you gotta get up so," She picks up a pillow, "Get up you lazy bones!" Zehra shouts, continually hitting him with said pillow. "I'm up, I'm up." Felix laughs, getting out of bed and moving a strand of hair out of his face.

Ushering Zehra out of his bedroom so that he can get ready for the day, Felix leans back on the close door and sighs, the smile fading from his face. Another day without Autumn. He let that sink in for a moment before shaking his head and standing up. Knowing that she wasn't here gave Felix a cold feeling in his stomach and his eyes began watering, but he also knew that he couldn't let his family see him like this. It wasn't right to make them worry about him, he was fine really, some mornings were just harder than others. Walking over to his adjacent bathroom, Felix rests his palms on the corners of his sink, feeling the cool marble sooth his hot skin - something that often happened when Felix got worked up and sad - looking at his slightly puffy reflection for too long.

Not realising how long he had zoned out for, Felix hears his mother shout up the stairs. "Felix, breakfast is getting cold!" He ha to go. Shoving on a typical outfit of black skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt at least two sizes too big and an even larger red jumper, Felix makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning son." His dads says, peering over his opens newspaper to look at Felix, to which his son nods his good morning. Taking a seat at the dining table next to his little brother, Zachariah nudges Felix to look at something on his phone. Glancing at the screen, Felix sees a video of girls talking to the local news. Turning up the volume on his brother's phone, it becomes obvious that they're talking about Autumn. Felix didn't even recognise them, but they way they spoke about her was as if she'd been their best friend for years. It wasn't right. Feeling his throat start to tighten, Felix goes to stand up and rush out of the room but before he can his mother is upon them. Snatching Zachariah's phone out of his hand she gives him a quick glare, before turning her gaze back to Felix. "Sit, honey, you need to eat before school."

Placing a strained smile on his face, Felix nods. Grabbing a lukewarm piece of toast from the table (that's what he gets for being so late down), Felix tries his best to finish it but only manages half. Washing that down with a glass of orange juice, Felix finally stands up from his seat, "I have to go or I'll be late." Is all that comes out of Felix's mouth before he exits the kitchen.

Grabbing some busted old sneakers from beside the door, Felix pulls them on, grabs his bag and exits out into the cold morning. It's then that his phone vibrates. Expecting a text from one of his friends, Felix unlocks his phone, but what he reads is far from a friendly message. I know what you did. That is enough to stop Felix in his tracks, not even three steps out of his door and Felix already wants to go back inside. However what really chills his blood is the signage, Autumn.

No. This cannot be happening. It had barely been a month since her death and people were already trying to mess with him? What was happening. Felix's head started to spin as he headed back for home. Where it was safe. However just as Felix was about to pound on the door, another text comes through that grounds him. Veronika. A friend. Hastily texting her back, Felix can't help but notice the slight shaking in his fingers.

To: V
I could use a lift, just left my house.


Felix knew it shouldn't be too far out of Veronika's way as he didn't live that far from where she had practice. Taking a seat on the steps that led down from his front door, Felix focused on his breathing as another text came through. This time, It was from Carissa.

To: Cari
I'll be there :-)


Now, all he could do was wait for Veronika, and think about that awful text.