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Benjamin Thomas

"There's only so far we can bend before we break"

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a character in “The Devil You Know”, as played by xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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age: 22
sexuality: heterosexual
birthday: October 29th, 1995
occupation: freelance photographer and journalist
hexcode: #095682






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secrets:
His father left Benji and his mother when he was a kid and his mother managed to keep things together until he was in his last year of middle school. As a preteen and early teen boy, there weren't many places in town that would hire him. At first, he mowed lawns for his neighbors. When his mother started to find things to help her... "relax", mowing lawns wasn't enough. When he was a freshman in high school, an upperclassman who sold his mother her vices came up to him and offered him a job...selling. To people like his mother. At the time, they were so strapped for cash that he took it. When he was old enough for a real job--a legal job--it was hard to leave the business. Not for the money, but the suppliers liked him. He did his job too well. Eventually he was able to leave the business, but it still haunts him to this day. Being in town has kept him looking over his shoulder at every moment.

likes
photography
science
travel
coffee
reading
documentaries
the stars
alcohol
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dislikes
bananas
drugs
bullies
pollution
tight spaces
ignorance
being in one place too long
feeling helpless
losing control












quirks
bites his nails
always has to be moving
always looks for photo ops
always puts his hands in pockets
-when he's not chewing his nails
paces when he's thinking
Large amounts of stress make him physically sick
fears
his father will come back
losing control
being killed in a collapse
-building, cave-in, etc.
being stuck in one place
being alone [never having a family]











They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be




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appearance:
Benji is about 6'0" and weighs about 157 pounds. He has very dark brown hair that borders on black and hazel eyes. His hair is short on the sides and longer in the middle which tends to fall into his face. His skin is lightly tanned and slightly freckled from time in the sun on his travels. He has dark eyebrows and full lips. His build is best described as thin with some muscle from traveling on foot. His smile is charming and can have a resting bitch face depending on his mood. He tends to wear button down shirts, sweaters, and jackets in cool weather or t-shirts and button downs in warm weather. He always wears a pair of jeans and boots unless the situation calls for something else. He has a tattoo on his upper right arm that says "we are born of stardust" in black ink as a tribute to his mother who loved the stars and said that his freckles were constellations. He carries his mother's locket around in his pockets and tends to fiddle with it when he's lonely or nervous.

personality:
Benji is a dreamer. His head is always in the clouds. Sometimes literally. Ever since his mother began having a hard time dealing with the hand life had given her, he would make up stories about adventures they would go on as they traveled the world. He loves stories both non-fiction and fiction and enjoys sharing the most interesting ones with other people. He's adventurous and has serious wanderlust when he stays in one place for too long. He's afraid to get close to most people because he knows he'll eventually have to leave them. Because of this, he tends to keep people at a distance. He's an excellent listener. He hates when people make selfish or ignorant comments about others. People are so quick to judge and get angry when they are then judged in return. Just have an open mind and the world will be a better place. However, ignorance and hatred don't have a place in this world so he'll speak up about it. He's generous and kind-hearted. His real smiles don't come easily. In fact, he hasn't smiled much since his mother died.


I'm still comparing your past to my future,
It might be your wound but they're my sutures




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Benjamin Henry Thomas was born to Nora and James Thomas and lived in a decent home in a middle-class life. His mother was fairly young when she had him, but she did her best. In fact, there are piles of photo albums of his early childhood because his mother documented everything. His first solid meal, his first birthday cake and every cake since, his first words, his first steps, his first bath, potty training, his first day of school, all of it. It wasn't until he was about ten years old that things took a turn for the worst for them.

His father hadn't been around much the past few years. In fact, since Benji's 5th birthday, his father had been almost completely absent. At first, it bothered him, but his mother was always smiling and parented enough for two people. She gave all the love she had in her to her little boy until he stopped thinking about his missing father. One day, Benji came home from school to find his mother crumpled and sobbing on the floor. When he asked her what was wrong she pulled him close and smiled softly, though her eyes were still sad. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs the way his mother did when he was younger. "My dear stardust," she said, "we have found ourselves adrift." When she saw his confusion she explained, "Your father has left me for a younger woman. We're on our own now." It took a while for him to realize that meant his father was never coming home. It took even longer for him to realize it also meant they were no longer living on his money. This meant his mother--who hadn't worked since she was a teenager--had to find a job. What jobs she could find paid little for long and tiring hours. In fact, he would be up for school just as his mother was getting home from working one of two--and sometimes three--jobs.

She went on like that for a few more years and then... she started to fall apart. She turned to whatever she could find to bring her peace. At first, it was pills to help her sleep. Then it was a drink to help her destress. Then it was the harder stuff and eventually... it was drugs. Cocaine was her favorite. She'd shoot up after a long day, relax, and then come down in time to go work again. She was running herself ragged. Then the money started running out. Mostly because of her using. That's when Benji started looking for whatever job he could find. Eventually, the dealing life found him. Weed, cocaine, meth, you name it. They had him sell it and he was good at his job. His charming smile and appearance were enough for people to buy more than they had intended. He got to keep a chunk of what he made and the rest went to the suppliers. Life was a little easier for them financially, but the little boy who grew up knowing right from wrong constantly felt wrong about it. Any time there was a search at school, he'd get physically sick from the stress of it, but he was never caught.

When he was a junior, he finally found a legitimate job for good pay that worked with his school hours and he was even allowed to study and work on his homework while on break. Mostly because he was a minor, but the people he worked for were generally good people. They were one of the people who hired his mother after she had lost her last job, but she eventually couldn't work anymore. She just didn't have it in her. They knew about her... habits and even knew about his side job. They hoped this job would be enough for them. For a while it was, but the suppliers were eager to get him back. He had to hide this from his employers and it got more and more difficult until he was finally able to free himself from the business. However, it took him a year and a half and at that point, he was a senior in high school and was about to graduate with a scholarship to a school out of the country. He worked as much as he could until he had to leave.

All the money he made went to his mother and he hoped it would last until he finished the semester and returned home for the break. He even sent her photos of his time abroad hoping it would encourage her to get better so they could travel together. So he could show her the world the way they always planned. Unfortunately, his mother broke down without him--believing he left her just like his father had--and she overdosed. He rushed home for the funeral which was small and as cheap as could be considering a lot of his funds were still overseas where he was schooling. It broke his heart to lose his mother so young and in such a way. The only thing he kept of her was her locket and a small capsule of her ashes that he carries around with him everywhere. This way, she was still traveling the world with him.

To this day, he still continues with school and has studied many different things. His studies have brought him to many different places which he writes about and documents through photos which he sells to magazines usually those featuring travel destinations. It makes decent money and it allows him to constantly be moving. To be running. Returning to the city he grew up has been incredibly difficult but for his dearly departed friend, he can endure it.

So begins...

Benjamin Thomas's Story

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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->Previously in Roseville<-

Benji's hands were oddly still as they lay folded on the surface of the metal table. If this had been five years before, he would be shaking like a leaf. Not this time. After years of keeping his hands still in the midst of a potentially fatal event--like that cave-in in North Carolina--they remained steady even when his insides felt like they had when he was six and rode on the Gravatron at the state fair. There was no way this was about high school. He had been away for years and hadn't sold a thing since. Unless... did Furlough give him up? He never got over Benji leaving the business. Probably never would...

An officer came in, a folder in hand, and sat in the chair opposite Benji. He cleared his throat and said, "Benjamin Thomas. Do you know why you're here, son?" Benji shook his head. It had been less than an hour since he left the airport when police intercepted him getting a coffee at his old place of employment. "No, sir, but I'm sure you're about to tell me." The officer flipped open the folder and slid it over to Benji. Inside were pictures of Sarah, before...and after. He hadn't been back at school for a month after his mother's passing when he received word of Sarah's death-- no. Murder. This is why he was here? "Messages between you and Sarah were found during our investigation. It seems you had a falling out of some sort the last time you were in town."

Benji cleared his throat. "She wanted something from me I could no longer give her. My mother had just died. I was only home long enough to plan and have her funeral." He explained. "Sarah and I were friends in high school. She was one of the sweetest girls I knew. I'd never do anything to hurt her." He looked down at the picture from before her death. It was one from high school. Her hair was pulled up and a smile spread across her face. Her at-the-time-girlfriend was beside her, a forced smile on her face. If he remembered correctly, that girl was very possessive. Went after him a couple times because she was worried he was getting to close to her girlfriend. If they asked Benji, that's who they should've been looking at. "You can even check my schedules. I was in Europe at the time of her death. I have a photo to prove it if you'll let me get it from my bag."

The officer nodded to the one-way window behind him and within a few minutes, the door opened and his backpack was brought it. It had already been thoroughly searched, he was sure, so when he reached in, he didn't bother to be cautious. He pulled out his digital camera and flipped through the photos until he found the one he was looking for. It was a photo from his trip to Austria and time stamped the day of her death. That's a 10 and a half hour flight. Hopefully, it would be enough to convince them of his innocence. The man looked at the photo, mesmerized by the photograph for a moment, and noticed the time stamp. "This could've been altered." he said. Benji, as respectfully as he could, replied, "Not once it's been stamped. I have plenty of photos from the same day--from the same week--that shows I wasn't even in town when Sarah died."


The officer gave him a hard look and then finally waved him off. "Alright," he said, stroking his mustache thoughtfully, "You're free to go."





->Sarah's Memorial Party<-
I shouldn't be here, Benji thought, staring at the building before him. He could hear the bass thumping from inside. It had been years since he'd seen anyone from high school. Since he'd talked to anyone. When he left for school, he purposely let himself fall off the map, afraid that someone would get hurt by the people he was running from. Even now he wondered if that's what happened to Sarah. He took a deep breath, ran his hand through his already tousled hair and took a step towards the doors. Just as his hand met the handle, the door swung open. Two boys with their arms around each other, stumbling and walking side by side. Benji jumped back and out of the way and only as they passed did he recognize them. Lincoln and Lee. Benji opened his mouth to say something to them, but they seemed a tad preoccupied. Besides, they probably hadn't thought anyone had been out here. So instead, he pulled the handle to the front doors and stepped inside.

He was late. He knew that. It took him a long time to talk himself into coming. There was a fully stocked bar it seemed and music pumped through the speakers, rattling the bones in his body. He swore he could feel the beat vibrating through his heart. It was an EDM track, one Sarah could be heard humming as she walked the halls of the school. He sighed, saddened at her loss. They weren't extremely close, but close enough. As his eyes roamed the room he saw a few people he recognized. More specifically he saw Rebecca, Heather, Willow, Tallulah, and Lateefah. He debated walking over and greeting them or going to grab a drink.

In the end, he chose a drink. He walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks with a twist. He gave the bartender the money after showing his ID. And took a sip. He hardly noticed the burn anymore. He turned back to the crowd. No one was dancing and no one was laughing. Fitting, he supposed, for a party celebrating the death of someone. Well... it was celebrating the life she had, but it didn't make the atmosphere any more depressing. He straightened his jacket and made his way over to the group of girls, feeling a tad out of place around them, and said, "Hey, guys." He smiled shyly at them and shrugged his shoulders. "How have you all been?" He tucked his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and rubbed absently at the surface of his other's locket.

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Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow laughed a little as Tallulah remarked that she was the only one who hadn't really changed. "Tallulah, dear, I'm wearing something I made myself to a party. I don't think I've changed that much either," She remarked lightly. Sure, she'd changed in a lot of ways, but she was still the same person underneath it all, right? "But yeah, it's kinda weird seeing everyone again. Everyone's got all these different things going on but hey, it's a talking point, right?"

She beamed at Heather as she came over. Again, they'd grown apart with all the shit that had been going on in their own lives, but it was good to see her again. "Yeah, it definitely sucks. But, something good came of it. And I think it's what Sarah would have wanted, you know? All of us catching up, seeing old friends, talking about the... well, not the good old days, but the old days," she said, laughing a little. And that was when Benji showed up. Subconsciously, she started twisting one of the rings on her left hand. Things hadn't ended badly as such, but when everything with Jake had kicked off, they'd grown apart. And jesus christ, she'd missed him. She beamed despite herself.

"I'm good, Benji. You? The party's kinda gone a bit dead, I think you just missed some guy getting dragged out by the former football team for spiking drinks. We should go have our own party somewhere else," She remarked, her eyes lighting up a little. She would love to hang out with everyone again, just not... here.

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Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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As soon as Benji realized what he was doing, standing in front of girls he went to high school with, one he had a history with, he started to feel nervous. Suddenly, he both regretted the and felt grateful for the drink in his hand. It gave him something to calm the nerves, something to center him, but it also would be easy to lose control if he allowed his body too much of it. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking the ends a bit as a means to shake away his worries and smiled. Anyone who knew him would still be able to tell that he was nervous. Thankfully only one person would be able to tell and she seemed unconcerned.

Willow looked the same as she did in high school except maybe a tad more polished. Liked a painting that had been refurbished in a museum. The painting preserved, but shining. And she was in fact shining. There was a sparkle in her eyes and she was beaming. And he had to keep the idea from his mind that she was beaming... because of him.

"I'm... alright, if I'm being honest. My um.." He paused, looking at the other women around her. "My mother passed away not too long ago." He finished. He cleared his throat, smiling once more, the area around his eyes tight with the effort. "But other than that. I guess I'm fine." He looked at the party people around them. Some attempted to dance, most had a red solo cup probably filled with their poison of choice, and even more were standing around, leaning on walls and talking quietly among themselves. "Sarah was by no means a party girl, but she definitely deserves better than this."

He looked back at the girls, his gaze focused on Willow. "I'm up for a more personal party. What did you have in mind?"

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Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"all the people i know aren't who they used to be
xxxand if i try to change my life one more day
xxxthere would be nobody else to save
xxxand I can't change into a person I don't wanna be."


Tallulah twiddled her necklace between her fingers and anxiety bubbled in her head as she thought about her mum's message. She hoped that she was okay.

After chatting with Willow and Heather for a minute, a boy wandered over to their group. Tallulah stared absentmindedly at him for a moment. He looked kind of nervous... and familiar, but she couldn't place where she knew his face from. He joined the conversation but Tallulah didn't listen as she observed for a while. She hated it when she couldn't remember where she knew someone from. He talked about his mum dying.
Wow, way to kill the mood even more buddy. Wait, Buddy? Is that what Willow called him?
She immediately regretted not paying attention to the others' discussion.

Tallulah gripped her necklace a little harder in frustration. She wanted to go home. All she's wanted to do was go home since she got here. But she couldn't and it fricking sucked.

She looked to Willow as her voice cut through Tallulah's thoughts, asking if they wanted to get out of this place. The familiar boy replied first and Tallulah agreed with him.
"I've been waiting for someone to ask me that all night. Let's go."

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xxx"Welcome to a fabulous
xxxsense of lost self,
xxxacute paranoia,
xxxand emotional trauma."

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Heather was feeling a little more at east now that the conversation seemed to be going around. Benji then showed up and the girl nodded her head at him as a way of greeting. Heather didn't know him too well but then again she didn't seem to know many people in Sarah's group of friends very well. It was then that the suggestion of going somewhere else was brought up. Upon, Benji asking what Willow had in mind for a place to go Heather spoke up.

"My place is open!" Heather almost immediately regretted how eager she sounded. This was her chance to be one of the "cool" guys. But if she made it sound like she was desperate to fit in then there was a chance at her being made fun of or even taken advantage of. And Heather was too gullible to tell if either were happening in the moment. So she had to play it cool and took a breath before proceeding.

"I mean, my parents are away visiting relatives in Canada and won't be back for a while since me coming back was quite sudden. It's an okay-sized house," The house was a borderline-mansion. Tall ceiling, two stories, and three bathrooms."And there is a small selection of alcohol there." Heather's parents loved to host sophisticated parties and had a portion of a walk in pantry dedicated to all manners of alcohol. From wine to whiskey to light beer. Heather's eyes darted between each of the three she was talking to, awaiting for some answer and praying no one else could hear the sound of her heart thumping in anticipation.

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxLet's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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Rebecca slowly β€œwoke up” rubbing her eyes, which was followed by a killer headache. As Rebecca sat up, before she could even get a feel of her surroundings, she immediately felt sick, like she was going to throw up. Luckily a door down the hall was open and she could see the bathroom, so she quickly ran to it and hunched over the toilet and threw up. Rebecca had had many hangovers in the past, she was no stranger to them. But this didn’t feel like a hangover, this felt like something different, something she had never felt before, something wrong. What the hell happened last night Rebecca thought to herself before throwing up again.

After a couple minutes of being hunched over the toilet, Rebecca’s nausea started to wear off, but the headache just stayed and pounded within her head. Rebecca flushed a toilet a couple times and stood up to wash her hands and face. As Rebecca looked in the mirror of the sink, she tried to recall what happened last night, and whose house she was in. It seemed familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. And all she could remember from the night before was talking to Tallulah about her being clichΓ© or something.

As Rebecca finished washing her face with some cold water she headed back into the hallway, to try to figure out where she was. β€œUh… Hello? Anyone home?” Rebecca said in a tone just under a shout. She looked around and saw her cardigan and shirt thrown over a chair, luckily she was wearing a tank top under it. Rebecca’s headache quickly gained her focus again, she wanted to get rid of it as soon as she could so she headed down the hall, in hope of the direction of the kitchen, almost tripping over her own heels which were in the middle of the hallway. After she moved them out of the way Rebecca ended up in the kitchen. β€œThank god. Need some water, then to figure out where I am.” Rebecca said rummaging through the fridge.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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Benji yawned and rubbed at his eyes, still thick with sleep. "God, it's so bright in my room. What the hell? He thought. As he rolled over, reaching for the covers he must have kicked off in his sleep. When he didn't find them, he opened his eyes to search and froze. The was not in his room. Not at the university or at his childhood home. Where am I? He thought as the last haze of sleep started to lift from his mind as he looked around him. Several familiar faces lay sleeping nearby and the events of the previous night began to come back to him. They had left Sarah's memorial party to do a private celebration somewhere else. If he remembered correctly, Heather's house. Which was way bigger than he had expected it to be. Beside him were multiple cups, bottles, and cans of various alcohols and judging by the taste in his mouth, he had been drinking. Thankfully, it hadn't been too much. He had been in control and he could remember the night before. Best of all, he wasn't hungover.

Which is more than could be said for the person vomiting in the nearby bathroom. He could hear the retching from his place on the couch. He thought about going to investigate, but thought better of it. The last thing he wanted when waking up in a strange place was to have someone walk in while he was loosing his last meal. Instead, he laid back down against the back of the couch and enjoyed the (mostly) quiet morning. Or at least, what he figured was morning. The sun was a little too bright to be sure. For all he knew it was noon. He thought about last night, spending time with Willow again. How... almost natural it felt to be around her even after all these years. To hear the sound of her laugh again... it brought him all the way back.

But for all he knew, there was nothing left there for her like there was for him. He didn't even bother to search the small crowd of sleeping bodies for her peaceful face. Instead, he rose from the couch and went to investigate the noise that has started in the kitchen. He found a thin girl rummaging through the refrigerator. "I don't know what the standard protocol for burglars is, but I don't think rummaging for food is on the list..." He began to say and trailed off as he realized who was standing before him. His mouth went dry and something twisted in his gut. "Rebecca."

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow didn't have the most peaceful awakening. She was asleep in an armchair, her legs slung over the arm of it. Which meant that when she went to roll over, only just starting to wake up, she rolled straight off the chair and onto the floor. It woke her up pretty quickly. She groaned and sat up, brushing herself down and looking around. She was still in her clothes from the night before, and could remember suggesting that they all went to Heather's for a party of their own. She'd obviously had a few drinks after that, because things got a little blurry after that. But it had been a good night, that much she could remember. She grabbed her phone from where it was abandoned on the floor, and breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed it still had plenty of battery.

She yawned and ran a hand through her hair as she wandered out to the kitchen in search of food. Raiding their host's fridge probably wasn't the best manners, but she was hungry and wanted to at least get a snack. To her surprise, Benji and Rebecca were already there. She couldn't really remember Rebecca being there- or had Lateefah texted her something about bringing her around? Either way, she was there now.

"Hey, guys. Good night last night, huh?" She remarked, stretching a little. She wasn't going to pretend that things weren't a little awkward between her and Rebecca. When you hooked up with somebody after- well, after everything that had happened to Willow- and then never really spoke to the other person, it did tend to get a little awkward. But embracing that awkwardness was only going to make it worse.

"Does anyone else want pancakes? I find pancakes are great after a night partying," she mused, unlocking her phone and googling pancake recipes.

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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxI Let's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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Rebecca spotted the bottles of water rather quickly in the fridge, but just had so move some items out of the way so she could get to them. Just as she grabbed a bottle and was about to step back, a male’s voice made her jump a little as she backed out of the fridge. Whoever it was, they were right. Rebecca was just rummaging through someone’s fridge without even asking, a little rude, but necessary with her wanting to get rehydrated and loose the headache. As she looked where the voice came from she immediately recognized who it was. Benji.

β€œBenjI! Wait…” Rebecca paused for a second β€œDid we sleep together last night?” Rebecca asked. She couldn’t remember anything from last night but wouldn’t be surprised if she did. Benji was cute, and she wouldn’t mind it. Before Rebecca knew it, Willow had walked in behind Benji. Where the hell are you Rebecca, and who else is all here? Rebecca and Willow knew each other pretty well before all that happened, happened. Rebecca only knew something about Willow breaking up with her ex, and Rebecca was there to comfort her. One thing led to another and after the morning after, they never really talked.

Rebecca was brought back to reality when Willow asked about if they had a good night, then pancakes. β€œWhat happened last night? I can’t recall anything at all. I just remember talking to Tallulah, and something about Lee. Oh, and pancakes sound great! What can I do to help?” Rebecca said walking by Willow, drinking about half her water. β€œDoes anyone have a spare pair of shorts, want to get out of these jeans. Unless you want me walking around in my boyshorts.” Rebecca said giving a wink to the rest of the room.

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Benji stared in disbelief as Rebecca emerged from the fridge. Heat crawled up his neck as she asked if they had slept together. "What!? No!" He shook his head, bangs flying out of his face. "No we were here to celebrate Sarah the way she would've wanted us to." He paused. "What are you doing here? I don't even remember you being at the party."

When Willow entered the kitchen, Benji practically jumped two feet in the air. "Jesus..." He whispered. "Willow you scared the crap out me." He rubbed at his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Both girls from his past were here. In one room. One who made him care, kissed him and then moved on to the next... mark. And the other he cared for, but never reached for. She was so in love with her guy at one time that he... didn't want to get in the way.

Willow mentioned something about pancakes and he hesitated. Depending on how the pancakes were made, they tended to mess with him, but he didn't feel like making a big deal out of everything. He didn't feel like having so many judgemental eyes on him so early in the morning. So he nodded and moved to sit at the counter. Then he decided to help so he stood beside the stove with his hands in his pockets. "I'll help too. If you want, I mean."

While he was waiting, he remembered what had woken him up and looked at Rebecca. Concern wormed its way through him until he made his way over to her. "Are you okay? I heard you... earlier." He said in a low voice so Willow wouldn't hear. He figured she didn't want her business broadcast to the whole house.

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Willow looked up as Rebecca asked what had happened. "Jesus, guess you were pretty out of it. We all went to the main party last night, then someone got thrown out for spiking drinks, then the atmosphere got a little weird so Heather invited us all around to hers for a bit. And then things get a little blurry but I think Tee brought you here? I'm not sure to be honest. We all just sat around, drank for a bit, and chatted, then fell asleep." Willow shrugged as Rebecca asked if she had shorts. "Nope, sorry. But get me some fabric and a sewing machine and I could mock you up some," she said, before blushing and staring intensely at her phone as Rebecca mentioned just wandering around in her underwear. She didn't feel that way about Rebecca any more, it had been a drunken, foolish decision. But given that it had happened, it seemed a little too close to the bone.

"And uh, if you guys could just find some flour, eggs, and milk, that would be a good start," she said, finally deciding on a recipe that sounded tasty but also wouldn't involve them having to raid all of Heather's cupboards in search of specific ingredients. It felt a little weird cooking in someone else's kitchen without their explicit permission, but she'd clean up after herself and make plenty to go around.

"So, how have you guys been? Seemed that none of us really stuck around here after senior year, huh?" She remarked.



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xxxwhat the hell did i do?
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Lee sighed with relief as Link confirmed that nothing had happened between them, running a hand through his hair. "Guess you were truly my honourable knight in shining armour." The words were out of his mouth before he even had time to think about them, but he just covered it up with a grin. He had a reputation as being flirtatious, maybe Link wouldn't think too much about it. His stomach twisted a little as Link looked down at his phone and grinned. It was probably nothing, but Lee's mind spun into overdrive as usual. He walked across the room to retrieve his clothes. He hesitated as he went to go back to the bathroom to change.

"Listen, Link... Thank you. For taking me here, giving me clean clothes, for not just abandoning me at the party. I know that I probably started freaking out on you a little bit, I have a... a bit of a thing about being... well, about even just being drunk but... you had my back. I... don't want to think what might have happened if you hadn't. So... yeah, thanks." There was a crazy moment when his brain told him to kiss Link, and an even crazier moment where he considered it. But then reality kicked back in, and he remembered the smile on Link's face as he looked at his phone. He'd always thought that Link would never look at him that way, and now it was starting to seem more and more like that was the case. He found his eyes lingering a little longer on Link's lips than he would have liked, and found himself frozen to the spot for a moment. It felt wrong, like this was the type of thing that should change their relationship forever. But Lee also felt sure that after this, their lives would go on as if nothing had ever happened.

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Heather woke with a start. She was in a different environment than usual despite the girl being in her old room from when she still lived in town. Just as she started to remember that she was at her parents’ place she heard the sound of voices downstairs and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Heather, immediately, went for the knife she always kept underneath her pillow. It was a habit she formed ever since she was rescued.

Heather crept off of her bed and creeped down the stairs. After making it to the first floor she could hear the voices coming from the kitchen and going through the refrigerator. As she rounded the corner she felt a sudden rush of information flood through her brain. Memories of the previous night replaced the primal instincts she just had.

β€œOh, hey!” Heather said in an exaggerated tone just as hid the knife behind her back. She had no pockets to shove it in and, even though it could be opened with the flick of the wrist, the blade took two hands to retract it.

”Um,” Heather hesitated as she took in what the group was up to. β€œIf you guys wanted something from the kitchen you could have gotten me. Not that I’m not cool with it. I just need to let my parents know what is being used. It’d suck if my parents come home, exhausted and are like, β€˜whew, I’m tired. It’d be nice to have some breakfast.’ And then they look in the fridge to see half the thing cleared out.” Heather was rambling. Much like how she used to before the incident but this was more of her panicking nearly pulled a knife on people she invited into her home. ”So, uh, I’ll just brush my teeth real quick and be right back to help you guys out.” Heather was already backing away on the last sentence and then quickly made her way towards the downstairs bathroom. By the time she reached it, the knife was put away and she placed it in the bathroom drawer next to her other belongings.

Heather looked in the mirror and mentally kicked herself, several times over, while smacking her cheeks with both hands. She needed to get used to hanging around people again. Not just professionally, like at her job, but on a socially acceptable level.

Heather did brush her teeth and spruce herself up just a little before going back out to the others in the kitchen.

”Sorry about that. So what are we looking to make this morni-” Heather’s eyes darted towards the digital clock on the oven. ”This afternoon?”

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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxI Let's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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Rebecca sighed at hearing no one had anything she could change into, pull up her jeans and adjusting her shirt as she sat up on the island counter. β€œStraight up, I don’t remember a thing. Well atleast I’m somewhere safe, and I don’t feel too bad besides what feels like a hangover.” Rebecca said kicking her legs about in response to Willow. Benji came up next to Rebecca asking if she was okay in a low voice, he obviously heard her this morning not feeling too swell. β€œAwe, does little Benji care about me?” Rebecca said messing with his hair. β€œYeah I’m fine.”

Willow continued to talk after Rebecca’s little comment to Benji, asking about ingredients, as well as how they have been after they all disappeared from Roseville. It had been awhile, Rebecca was one of the first to leave and to never look back, so she wasn’t too surprised when she heard through the grapevine that the others have left as well. β€œWell London has been great. British boys are so cute with their accents, and they get really defensive over their dates when they are drunk. It is really funny to be honest. And I saw some eggs and milk in the fridge, flour probably in a pantry somewhere.” Rebecca said with a shrug and chugging the rest of her water.

Shortly after they talked and before anyone could get any ingredients Heather popped in. β€œOh hey Heather! Oh this must be your place then. Was confused for a second about where I was…” Rebecca said pushing herself off the counter and standing up as Heather left for a second and came back. Heather and Willow exchanged some words as Rebecca opened numerous cabinets looking for the cookware, finally finding a cutting board and a mixing bowl and putting them on the counter. Heather grabbed all the base ingredients and set them on island counter, where Rebecca wasn’t sitting.

Rebecca felt a buzz in her pocket and brought out her phone to see what was up, only a select few had her number. She smiled and replied to Lee’s text

To: Lee! :3
Ohhhh. Can’t wait to hear it! I think at Heathers? Heres my location.


Rebecca hit send followed by her location using her maps app.

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Benji glowered at Rebecca as she messed with his hair, patronizing him, and then moved on in conversation. Moved on just like she had before. Little Benji? He thought, Whatever. He moved away from Rebecca and over to Willow. He greeted Heather with a soft smile and a wave and thanked her for allowing them to crash in her family's home and eat some of their food. And more than likely drink their liquor.

Once the ingredients were on the counter, he cracked a few eggs into the bowl and started to beat them until they were properly mixed. While he was doing so, he said quietly to Willow, "Any chance we could make a batch without banana?" He asked her. His face reddened slightly at the request. He hated making people go out of their way for him, but... "Bananas tend to mess with me." Sometimes he was fine. Sometimes bananas made him so sick he'd spend hours in the bathroom. He figured it depended on the type of banana and how much he had been exposed to, but he didn't want to take his chances. And especially not in front of people that he had an intimate history with.

Well he figured Willow didn't exactly count as an intimate history since he and she never did anything, but they were close friends, and he couldn't deny there was still something there for her. When she had asked what they had been up to, he brightened a little. "I went to college outside of the country. I've also taken on jobs in photojournalism and I've traveled to a ton of places. I've seen so many people, such beautiful lands, and amazing cultures." He thought a moment, "They're really inspiring. I could show you pictures sometime if you'd like."

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xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow laughed at Rebecca's comments about England. She hadn't even realised that she'd been in an entirely different country. She'd fallen out of touch with so many people, it was strange. All of her college friends still stayed in touch with people from college, still met up with them for coffee and drinks. Willow occasionally texted some people. But she was terrified that somebody would ask questions about what had happened with her and Jake, about somebody finding out what she'd done. She didn't miss Rebecca ruffling Benji's hair, and had to turn away quickly. She wasn't jealous. She couldn't be.

She glanced over the ingredients that had been set out, and glanced over at Benji with a smile as he started mixing ingredients for her. She nodded as he asked if she could make a batch without banana. "Of course we can. We can't go making you unwell now, can we?" She remarked with a grin, starting to weigh out the flour and sugar. Her smile stayed in place as he started talking about what he'd been doing since they'd last seen each other. "That sounds amazing, Benji. I've been to Paris, Milan, LA... I've done the cities, but I'd love to travel a bit more. Some cultures have amazing clothing, and even if it isn't mine to wear, I'd still love to experience it. I'd love to see those photos. I'm around for a few more days, so we'll have to meet up." She said with a smile. "Oh, Rebecca, Heather, can you chop some bananas? I think two should do, I'm going to make half and half, just so we all have a bit of choice," she said.



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xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."


Lee smiled at Rebecca's text, and quickly texted her back.

To: Rebecca
Awesome- I would come round but, very long story short, I'm going with Link for brunch with his brother. Will fill you in on all the goss immediately after though xx


Link's smile and laugh made Lee smile despite himself. He refused the offer of food- he was feeling okay, but still didn't want to chance eating anything before travelling. He didn't feel like throwing up just yet. They went down towards the bike, Lee sticking close to Link all the time. His memories from the night before were still completely gone. He couldn't remember a thing from a certain point, and that was still making him anxious.

He didn't pay too much intention to Link's blush as he climbed onto the bike, but did when it came to wrapping his arms around Link. He was glad that it couldn't be seen. The journey passed in a blur, and at some point, he felt his phone buzz. Assuming it was Rebecca, he didn't even think to look at it until they arrived and he got off the bike. He frowned as he saw it was from an unknown message- and he felt his heart stop as he read the content of the message.

From: Unknown
I killed your friend Sarah. Such a shame about her secret. Such a shame somebody leaked it. You might be next.

And as Lee read it, another came in.
From: Unknown
How do you think everyone would react if they knew what you used to do at those parties? How do you think Lincoln would react if he knew exactly how many people you slept with? Or if he saw that video?


Lee's phone clattered to the ground as Lee stared at Link. Had he heard Link's phone buzz? Had they sent around the video? Was that the text? After everything, was Link going to be horrified, disgusted by him? Lee suddenly felt like he was under water, like he was drowning. He couldn't breathe, he felt like he was going to start suffocating.

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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxI Let's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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As the others started started talking about what they had been doing since they all left, Rebecca let out a small smile. It was good to hear people were still happy and having fun, it made it feel less guilty about leaving and never really keeping in touch with a select few. Rebecca honestly missed high school. Yeah she was out making an easy living and enjoying freedom, but all the adventures and memories they had back here were great for Rebecca. As she was day dreaming about the past, her phone went off again, but this time a message from Link, asking if she was okay and where she was. Rebecca sighed, wondering why everyone was asking if she was okay, she had no memory of the night before.

To: Link TheBoyWhoDared
Why is everyone asking if I’m okay, what happened? I’m at Heather’s.


Rebecca hit sent as Willow started talking to her, asking if she and Heather can cut up the bananas for the pancakes. β€œSure thing! Better than me just standing here looking pretty right?” Rebecca said with a giggle and started peeling the bananas and putting them on the cutting board between her and Heather. After she peeled it her phone went off again. β€œSorry y’all, seems like I’m popular this morning.” Rebecca said as she saw it was from Lee.

To: Lee! :3
Link? As in Lincoln Cole? The guy I would do dumb shit with and would bully you? Better be a good story. Also, people keep asking about if I’m okay from last night. Did I do something?


As Rebecca hit send, she received another text, but since her phone was already unlocked and in the texting app it didn’t buzz. Rebecca immediately felt sick to her stomach as she read it, walking out of the room seeing it had a video attachment. β€œI-I'll be right back"

From: Unknown Caller ID
Oh Rebecca Cruze. Nice friends you are with. What would they do if they knew the truth? Would they judge you just like everyone judged Sarah after I killed her and her secret got out? See you soon darling.


Rebecca opened up the video down the hall out of view. It was a really bad quality camera showing Rebecca running the stop sign and causing the car crash. Rebecca gasped and covered her mouth seeing the impact and quickly deleting the video and being speechless. She just slumped against the wall in the hallway, trying not to panic. After taking a breather she replied numerous times to the unknown person. Asking who they are, what they want, what they want her to do. But never got a reply while she sat in the hallway, head between her knees.

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xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
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Benji found himself smiling a little at Willow's acceptance of his request for a banana less batch of pancakes. He also liked the idea of working together with her, even if it was on something as simple as pancakes. Maybe they could do something in the future that had to do with their majors and their jobs. He was a photojournalist for heaven sake. He could do an article on her. Launch her to the world. Show off her talents. She deserved it, after all.

Benji was most the way through his preparations for his own bath of pancakes, the others moving around him as they worked, when he heard his phone go off in the other room. At first, it didn't bother him much. It was more than likely an app notification that he had attempted to turn off multiple times, but it always seemed to turn back on. Then there was another sound that followed it that notified him that it was more than likely not the app.

It might be work, but then... his boss usually called. And pretty much anyone who would want to get in contact with him was around him. His mother was... gone. So it wasn't her...

He excused himself from the kitchen claiming to see what work needed from him and retreated into the other room to grab his phone. There was a text from an unknown number followed by a video attatchment. The attachment featured a black square with a white play triangle in the middle of it. Before he opened it, pretty sure it was spam, he read the message that had been sent a long with it.

His blood turned to ice in his veins.


UNKNOWN

BENJAMIN THOMAS, the boy who clawed his way out of the clutches of the street gang. The boy who sold angel dust and Addys. If only your mother could see you now. How proud she would be! Except, she didn't know. And neither do your friends. But Sarah knew. Now that her secret is out, and her life has ended... who's to say yours won't be next?


Benji tasted bile as it crawled it's way up his throat. He swallowed forcefully, feeling the acidic burn leave its mark on his esophagus. The smell of pancakes cooking in the kitchen was doing nothing for his nausea. He wanted out of the house, but to leave would be more suspicious so instead, he made his way to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He took deep breaths, willing his stomach to calm.

It didn't work.

After emptying the contents of his stomach into the porcelain throne that occupied the corner of the bathroom, he rinsed out his mouth and made his way out of the room and back into the hallway where he froze seeing Rebecca sitting on the floor feet away from him. And she had heard. He sighed and sat down beside her.

After a moment of silence has asked her, "Are you okay? Really ok? Don't lie to me and pat my head like I'm a dog. Lean on me a little. You used to." His words trailed off and he leaned his head back against the wall. "Seriously. Talk to me Bec."

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xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow had just finished adding everything to her mixing bowl when her phone buzzed on the counter beside her. But before she got a chance to even look at the text, both Benji and Rebecca left the room. Something was wrong. She picked up her phone and opened the texts she'd just received.

From: Unknown
I killed your friend Sarah. Such a shame about her secret. Such a shame somebody leaked it. You might be next.
Precious perfect Willow. How do you think the world would react if they knew their new favourite designer is a murderer? I killed Sarah, but you killed Jake. You're just as bad as I am.


She stared at the screen for a few seconds, feeling completely numb. Her thoughts began to race. Her first thought was that it had to be some kind of sick practical joke, that somebody was just deliberately trying to scare her and freak her out. But who the hell knew about what she'd done? It had never gone to court, the newspapers had reported it as a "tragic accident" and had left her out of it entirely after her father had paid them off. They had to know. They had to. But how? And why her specifically?

And then it hit her. Not just her. The speed at which Rebecca had left the room. The fact that Benji hadn't come back in yet.

"Heather, check your phone. I think... something's up." She said, before storming out to the hall. She stopped, her stomach dropping to the floor when she saw the way Benji and Rebecca were sitting. But she couldn't dwell on that. She cleared her throat and swallowed. "Did you guys get weird texts too? About... something you really would rather people didn't know?" She asked, making herself sound fine when really, she wasn't. Somebody had to take charge. She wasn't going to dwell on the sight in front of her, they needed to get to the bottom of this.

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xxxSo while you're here in my arms
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As Rebecca sat there with the million thoughts going through her head, she heard someone rush into the bathroom, turn on the sink and, much like her this morning, filling the bathroom up with puke. When the door opened she saw that it was Benji, and Benji had seen her looking, she quickly looked back down at the ground, not wanting it to seem like she was judging him or even paying attention. While looking back at the ground Rebecca watched out of the corner of her eye Benji sit next to her and continue to ask her if she’s okay. She guessed her teasing him and patting him on the head earlier didn’t really help. Rebecca let out a slight smile as he mentioned a little bit about the past.

Rebecca sighed and actually did lay her head onto Benji’s shoulder. He did offer after all. β€œIt’s just. A lot is going on. Back in Roseville all of the sudden is bringing back memories. People keep asking me if I’m okay from last night and talking abou-β€œ In the middle of talking Rebecca suddenly stopped and spaced out, remembering something. She remembered something about Lee freaking out and running outside, and she had followed him. But then it was just blank again. Lee? I mean, he’s okay since he texted me and seemed like nothing was up… Rebecca was brought out of her thoughts after hearing and realizing Willow had joined her and Benji in the hallway, being startled a little at first. Rebecca was scared for a second as she asked about if they got a weird message or something on their phone. Had the unknown number shared the video? Did he, she, they, spilled her secret?

β€œWell.” Rebecca thought about what to say. She couldn’t just come out and say it. She couldn’t just say that someone knew about her being the cause of her car accident. Rebecca rubbed her eyes for a second. β€œSome weird number texted me stuff about Sarah. A little creepy. I kind of freaked out, sorry.” Rebecca signed internally. What she had said wasn’t exactly a lie but wasn’t the full truth, her leaving out details about what the text actually was. She felt her phone buzz again, scared about what it was, but being relieved it was just Lincoln.

To: Link TheBoyWhoDared
Link. Something is going on. I’m scared. Got a text from some unknown number. Then Willow started asking about it. I'm sorry to crash whatever fun you’re having.

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Heather thought things couldn’t possibly get better. She was hanging out with old friends and acquaintances in her house making breakfast. Even her therapist said it was something Heather needed it but she never even considered it to be a plausible solution until now.

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 β€œuseful” 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.