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Heather Swan

Real? What is real? I don't think I know the difference anymore.

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a character in “The Devil You Know”, as played by VincentRayne

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age: 21Image
sexuality: Heterosexual
birthday: November 23
occupation: Barista at coffee shop
hexcode: 003333xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDiary of Dreams - She and Her Darknessxx||xx Lacuna Coil - Virtual Environmentxx ||xx Massive Attack - Come Near Me




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secrets:
Heather keeps it a secret that she has schizophrenia. The only ones that know are her parents and good friend. She doesn't like how differently she's treated or the looks others give her if they know. Especially, after being compared to crazy people in mental institutions when Heather was younger.

But her big secret is the one of her being a kidnap victim. The PTSD alongside her already existing mental condition was practically unbearable. Especially, when passing by the spot where she was taken almost daily going to and from school. She hated being reminded of the even and didn't like talking about it with anyone outside of her psychologist. So Heather moved away as soon as she was legally able.
likes
β–²Music
β–²Sketching
β–²Writing
β–²Anything Horror & Occult
β–²Cloudy and rainy days x
dislikes
β–ΌLoud people
β–ΌMainstream music
β–ΌDisrespectful and insensitive people











quirks
Daydreaming
Sketching
Spacing out
Listening to music
Observing others
fears
ΓΈ Being the center of attention ΓΈ
ΓΈ Sports ΓΈ
ΓΈ Number of fears increase when off meds ΓΈ
ΓΈ Extroverts ΓΈ











It's all true, God's an alien, Neverland is the 2nd star to the right & this planet is where the monsters go.




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appearance:
Heather wears clothes similar to what you could guess a person obsessed with dark things would dress like. But she wasn't on the extreme side. Her clothes were quite normal with the added fact that her default color revolved around black and greys. Heather is a big fan of wearing shirts with some type of logo or picture on them. Even after leaving high school her apparel almost always consisted of something out of hot topic.
personality:
Heather was once a pretty outgoing girl. Sure, she was shy at first but once she opened up she was a joy to be around. And if a topic came up that was around one of her likes then she was immediately engaged. Especially, the topic of music. Even though her hobby of loving occult and horror topics would bite her in the ass if she ever forgot to take her meds, she just couldn't keep herself away from the subject. They were fascinating subjects because they often revolved around the unknown. And the unknown was a topic Heather liked entertaining herself with. With how many shows, podcast, movies, and stories the girl has heard, read, and watch on the subjects she could be considered a guru.

But after the kidnapping Heather became a different person. Anything that was outgoing or energizing about her or her personality ceased. She became quiet and withdrawn. Many times during her long recovery phase, it almost seemed like the medicine she took for her medical condition didn't work. And her paranoia grew to the point where it was a constant emotion Heather had. After she moved she felt much better as if a weight was lifted off of her shoulders and she almost returned to her pre-kidnapped state but with a lot less social interaction. That is until the place she left in her past seemed to be calling back to her.


Normal? I don't even know what that is.



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When Heather was sixteen she was kidnapped. Her only mistake was deciding to walk home alone that night and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While taking a normal route from a friend's a van pulled up and two men exited the vehicle quickly and jumped the girl. It wasn't hard for two grown men to overpower a five foot three, one hundred and twelve pound, girl. Heather was immediately subdued through chloroform and carried back to the van. She was held in some type of basement cellar for a few days. She eventually learned that she was going to be sold as a slave and was taken care of to a small degree since she was going to be someone else's property and was considered good merchandise since she was both Asian and American. But they didn't account for her mental state. Heather was schizophrenic and did not have her medication on her during the kidnapping. This immediately made her useless as a slave and would hardly fetch a decent price let alone a good one since people of her medical condition weren't worth the trouble they were to put up with. So Heather was then left in the cellar. She was rarely fed or taken care of anymore. She saw other girls, and even young boys, come and go. Three months later the kidnappers were talking about moving their operations somewhere else since staying in one place too long after taking so many was risky. The abductors were preparing to kill the girl when a police raid happened. Both of the kidnappers as well as a few others part of the operation were killed, refusing to go down without a fight or be taken in.

Heather was rescued being extremely malnourished and dehydrated. Doctors guessed she wouldn't have lived much longer if left in the current condition. It took a full year of weekly therapy to even get any resemblance of normalcy out of Heather again. But even then the effects of PTSD were still obvious. She'd seen others killed for trying to escape and many more were taken and never seen again, most likely sold off. Immediately after turning eighteen she moved away hoping a change in location and scenery would help her get over her PTSD and try to gain some semblance of life back.

So begins...

Heather Swan's Story

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore
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xxx"now it's four in the morning
xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."

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A few days after the funeral, a day or two after they’d all been interviewed. It had been an intense few days, and they all needed to let off steam. So somebody had thrown a party. A mutual friend, a friend of Sarah, the girl who had been murdered. She’d been such a wonderful person, one of those people who’s always looking out for everyone else, who had been involved in pretty much every club going. Turns out she’d been hooked on prescription drugs. That hadn’t been what had killed her- it had been revealed that it had been a murder, that she’d actually been in a rehab programme to get off the drugs.

At first, it had been quiet. Chill. Mostly just a chance for everyone to talk. But now it was starting to liven up, to become an actual party. The alcohol was flowing, but it was still at that nice point where things were still fun, and nobody was messy drunk or out of control. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Everyone, that was, except for Lee Romero. The anxiety was starting to creep in as it started to feel more and more like... those parties. And his anxiety had already been at a higher level than usual what with the brutal interrogation from the police. Well. It hadn’t been that brutal. But it had been intense and unpleasant and it had been with the same police officers he’d gone to about Neil, the man who had manipulated him and forced him to have sex with strangers. At first, he thought they were going to tell him that he had been released. Instead, he’d been questioned. He hated it.

And now, for some ungodly reason, he was at a party. He hadn’t even ran into anyone he knew yet. He was just standing there, clutching a drink, and wishing he was somewhere else entirely. What if a... client showed up? What if nobody he knew showed up? What if Neil had gotten out and he showed up?

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He took another sip of his coke and waited. Half an hour. If nobody showed up, he could leave after half an hour.

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore
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xxx"So come and taste the reason
xxxI’m nothing like the rest.
xxxI'll kiss you in a way
xxxyou’ll never forget about me."

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EARLIER THAT WEEK:

β€œSo honey, when we going to break out those handcuffs you have there and have some real fun?” Rebecca said to the police officer guarding the door, with a smile and wink to the officer guarding the door out of the interrogation room, not getting much of a reaction besides a chuckle. She changed her smile to a frown/pouty face. β€œYou’re no fun. And if this is about a parking ticket from years ago, isn’t there a statue of limitations for that?” Rebecca asked, getting up from her chair and fixing her hair in the mirror which she knew was a window on the other side. She had asked numerous times about why she was brought here, but they refused to tell her. She had only been back in the states for a couple days, and hadn’t yet bought her ticket home. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she would stay in town, she had gotten a couple weeks off from work so she wasn't too worried.

The door opened, and two detectives walked in. β€œMiss Cruze, yo-β€œ Rebecca quickly interrupted the man talking. β€œPlease darling, call me Rebecca, or later.” She said obviously flirting with him, and going back to sitting in the chair, putting her legs on the table as she took off her heels. If this was about parking tickets, she was going to try to sweet talk her way out of it. β€œAs I was saying Miss Cruze, when was the last time you visited Roseville?” He asked as he sat down putting a folder onto the table. β€œWell, honestly, not since I left a while ago and moved to London. Lived there ever since.” She answered the one of the detective’s questions β€œHow would you describe your relationship with the victim.” Abigail had a puzzled look on her face. β€œThe victim? You mean Sarah? I guess you could say we use to be close. We slept together once but her at time girlfriend didn’t appreciate it, and Sarah blamed me for it, saying whatever she could to keep her girlfriend from breaking up with her, including some harsh and NOT true words. She keyed my car when I went to leave the apartment, that bitch." Rebecca paused a second. "But we patched things up before I left, we were good friends. Wait what is going on here?” As she finished the detectives slid the folder and opened it up. Rebecca gasped, and some tears came down her face. β€œMa’am, you are being investigated as a possible suspect for the murder of Sarah Green.” And the interrogation began.

PRESENT TIME:

All around was upbeat music playing, people reconnecting, having a good time. The whole atmosphere of the whole house was very high and happy. Rebecca leaned back, reaching for her drink with one hand, and the other holding herself onto the lap of a male β€œSo you’re from England? I love brits” The man, which Rebeeca was sitting in the lap of, said. ”Oy yes. I live in London, right by the royal palace.” She replied with a giggle and a very, very bad English accent. Somehow this guy heard that Rebecca flew in from London and wanted to know more, so Rebecca took this chance to make out with a moderately attractive guy. Plus it would be fun to do a bad English accent.

Rebecca gave him a light kiss on the cheek after finishing the rest of her drink. β€œI’m going to go get more of this American beer you yanks drink.” She said as she got off his lap and walked away from, debating with herself if she would go back to him, or find another person to β€œtalk” to, a lot of people were here and Rebecca was having a great time, she really did miss this place. Especially her group of friends she had back then.

Rebecca had not seen any of them since she left all that time ago, even at the funeral she stayed at the back. Lee, Heather, Lateesha, Willow, Link, Tallulah. All the adventures they’ve had. That time Rebecca jumped off the roof of the school into a ball pit because of a dare from Lincoln, competitions with Lee to see who kiss the most people in a row without being stood up, to drunk make out sessions with some of the others, and much more adventures. Rebecca felt guilty and terrible for leaving, but she had to, she could barely stand this town after what happened. She couldn’t even drive down the road it happened, always taking a 15-minute detour around it.

As Rebecca looked up from the cooler, someone immediately caught her eye across the room, standing there awkwardly. "Lee!?" She said outloud, she hadn't seen Lee since she left for London. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, kicking one of her legs back as she hugged him. "I'm glad to see you again. How have you been?" Rebecca asked as she stepped back after hugging him, with a smile on her face.

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Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore
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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 grinned as Tallulah made her way over. She hated seeing someone by themselves. Especially at a party. And then, suddenly, Tee was gone with hardly any explanation, and a "See you later?" that Willow didn't even get a chance to answer. She raised her eyebrows. "Huh. Guess everyone is in that disappearing mood tonight, huh?" She remarked. She could still remember one of their last... conversations. Which had deteriorated into Willow yelling that she knew nothing about her and Jake's relationship, and storming out. Not her finest moment but... yeah. Maybe they could make it up.

But the atmosphere of the party was starting to change. People were getting drunker, and the guy being dragged out by the football team for spiking drinks had kinda killed the mood a little. It had lost its charm, and Willow was starting to consider leaving. She spotted yet another familiar face. Heather Swan. It had really been a while, so again, she waved, trying to catch her attention and beckon her over.

"If I get enough people around, you can't all abandon me," she teased as she glanced at Tallulah. "So, what have you been up to these days?"

In reality, the party was starting to get a little much for her. She'd already seen a few people passed out, and the uncomfortable atmosphere was doing nothing to settle her nerves. Had she not heard about drinks being spiked, she'd have been tempted to drink, but now that was just making her more worried. It was a little overwhelming, and the option of leaving was starting to seem more and more appealing. So instead she was going to get herself involved in a conversation. If she left now, people would start judging her. So she would stay.

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Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore
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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."


It had been more than a while since Tallulah had last seen Willow and it took her a second to even remember what had happened between the two of them. They'd been friends, she supposed, but never close enough to truly confide in each other. Then Jake had come along and everything had kind of just fallen apart...
Tallulah smiled, not letting the negative memories sneak into her mind. Despite everything, it was good to see Willow again. Willow asked what had she been up to and for a fleeting moment, Tallulah wanted to tell her about everything--her mum, the danger they were in, her dad and his threats. But she didn't. Because this was a public place where anyone could hear and she wasn't even that close to Willow.
"Well, I mean, not really that much. I'm studying photography now which is awesome. I feel like I'm the only one that hasn't really changed." She laughed nervously. "It's really weird seeing everyone again after so long."
Tallulah glanced around the room. The energy of the party had gone from 100 to 1 in a matter of minutes and some guy was being dragged away, supposedly for spiking drinks. It was now, not for the first time that night, that Tallulah had been almost proud of herself for throwing her drink into that random guy's face. At least she wasn't drugged up or doing something stupid that she wouldn't even remember tomorrow morning. She recognised a face in the dying crowd. Heather? Another feeling of strangeness washed over Tallulah from seeing these people for the first time in what felt like forever. Maybe she'd finally be able to patch things up with some of them. She wasn't exactly happy with the way that things had been left and with Sarah gone now, all that seemed trivial; easy to fix compared to the tragic death of a undeserving young woman.

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore 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: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore 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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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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xxxdialogue: #F17418 xxxthoughts: #D44700

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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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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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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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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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Willow spun around as Heather entered the room, already grinning at her. Her smile slipped slightly as Heather... well, she didn't tell them off. But when she left, Willow was feeling kinda bad for just presuming she could cook. She knew that she never cared if her friends cooked in her apartment, and her parents had never minded either, but it wasn't right of her to presume that everybody felt the same way. Jake hadn't liked people cooking without permission.

She shook herself out of that line of thinking and forced herself to concentrate on the recipe in front of her. Sometimes she slipped back into remembering him like that. Sometimes she slipped back into forgetting the hell he'd put her through, and sometimes she forgot that it had been hell. But it was happening less and less which was something at least. She just needed to take it a day at a time.

She smiled as Heather came back in, and looked back down at her phone. "Oh, uh, banana pancakes. It's a simple enough recipe, we won't go using up everything in your kitchen after you. And I will personally make sure everything is nice and tidy, because I was the one who suggested it. You want to help?"

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Heather smiled at the offer to help. In fact, she beamed with pleasure.

”Of course I would!” The girl already started making her way towards the fridge, excusing herself as she made her way past the others.

”Oh, and don’t worry about anything. We can use whatever we want. I just wanted to take note of what we are using so I can replace it.” Heather called back as she rummaged through the refrigerator and brought out some basic ingredients. She, at least, knew how to make regular pancakes. But banana themed ones might require more ingredients since that was something new to Heather.

She set the things from the fridge on the island counter of the kitchen and looked back towards Willow.

”So, Sous Chef, is there anything missing? We await your next instructions.”

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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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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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xxxwhat the hell did i do?
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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
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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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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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Benji leaned his head against Becca's enjoying the moment of not being alone. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, allowing Becca's voice to distract him. He was fine. He wasn't alone and... he had to do something. But what? He could allow his secret to get out, but he had no idea who had sent the message. He had no idea who would even want to expose him. It wasn't like he had made any enemies in high school.

"I'm sorry things are so difficult, Bec." He replied when she paused and then... didn't continue. He assumed it was due to the amount of stress on her shoulders. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. "I don't know if you heard, but my mother passed not long ago. I hadn't lived at home in a while and... I can't help but wonder if it was my fault. Mom had... problems and she wasn't great at taking care of herself, but I sent money home all the time in attempts to help out the best I could." He rubbed at his eyes. "I couldn't be there anymore. It was killing me slowly so I got out. Went to school."

He heard footsteps and looked over to find Willow in the entrance of the hall. He jerked his head up but allowed Becca's head to stay where it was. He didn't know why it mattered if Willow saw him like that with Becca, but... it did. He cleared his throat and noticed the worry on Willow's face she was trying to hide. His own worry coiled in his stomach like a cobra poised to strike. "What's up, Willow?"

What she said surprised him. She had something she didn't want anyone knowing about? And someone threatened to tell just like him. It wasn't a coincidence, but he didn't see what the connection was. Were they targeting a certain group of people? What did they even want? And why kill Sarah? She was harmless. His head was buzzing with thoughts. He looked up at Willow, a new determination in his gaze and said, "So what are we going to do?"

Then there was a crash in the kitchen. Benji practically jumped up, bumping Becca in the process. He gave a rushed apology before he returned to the kitchen to find Heather on the floor and her phone not far from where she fell, the screen was still up, but... He reached over and hit the lock button without reading the text. The only thing he allowed himself to see what the sender which matched his own. UNKNOWN.

"Guys! It's Heather!" He called to the girls in the hall. "Heather? Can you hear me?" He asked quietly, touching her gently on the shoulder and then her face. "Can I get a glass of water and something cold?"

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Willow nodded as Rebecca confirmed she'd also received a text. Benji didn't say anything, but his reaction was enough for her to know. He'd gotten one too. She shrugged as he asked what they were going to do, but before she could say anything, there was a crash from the kitchen. In her frightened state, she froze, her heart starting to pound and panic nearly closing her throat. Benji rushed past her, but her feet stayed planted to the ground, stuck in a dream. That moment, the moment after she pushed Jake, kept replaying-

And then Benji called out, saying it was Heather. Willow was shocked out of it and ran into the kitchen, already running to the sink to fill a glass with water. "Here." She handed to Benji and went searching for a cloth. Finding something that would do, she ran it under the cold tap for a few seconds, soaking it through and rendering it nice and cold. She squeezed out the excess water and dropped to her knees, folding it up and placing it on Heather's forehead.

"We all got one of those texts," Willow said quietly to Benji. "I'm guessing Heather did too. Does she have any medical conditions that you know of? I don't need a medical crisis on my hands as well as everything else. Fuck, between this and everything that went down at the party last night- and I'm rambling. Sorry," She said, with a slightly forced smile.

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Rebecca jumped a little when she heard a noise, well more of a crash in the kitchen. Benji was the first to get up, him saying sorry as he rushed up and into the kitchen. Rebecca looked over at Willow, a little bit of fear in both of their eyes. Before she could say anything to her, Benji yelled out something about Heather, and then willow rushed off. "What the fuck is going on” Rebecca said to herself as she pushed herself up and headed into the kitchen, quickly seeing Heather and gasping and covering her mouth. Benji was quickly on the ground and Willow on her knees putting a wet cloth on her forehead.

Before Rebecca could do anything, Willow started rambling again, she mentioned the party. Rebecca quickly had a small flashback of the party, remembering being outside and kissing Lee. When Rebecca came back to the situation at hand she quickly excused herself. β€œI-I’ll be right back” Rebecca said as she then stormed out the front door and onto the lawn, trying to catch her breathe and hands from shaking. Fuck, why did I kiss him. What’s wrong with me. Why didn’t he tell me, is he ashamed, I thought we were friends. Is this what everyone was talking about? A ton of thoughts flooded through Rebecca’s head, she thought about texting Lee, but right now she too was embarrassed. Benji and Willow were too caught up with Heather.

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Heather woke up to the sound of thunder outside followed by a steady rainfall. Heather was her bed. There were the sounds of people talking amongst themselves somewhere outside her bedroom door. The girl remembered she had guest over and ran out the door to greet them. When she reached the living room something immediately felt off. The whole place was lit up by candles and the group were sitting in a wide circle. Willow, Rebecca, Lee, Benjamin, and Lincoln were there. But the thing that was surprising was Sarah being present as well someone she didn’t quite recognize.

β€œHey, Heather, you’re just in time!” Sarah called out. β€œWe’re playing β€˜never have I ever’. Come join us.” Heather reluctantly agreed as she was led to an empty space to sit as part of the circle. Everyone seemed genuinely happy but Heather couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The game went on as usual and everyone was having a good time. But then the unfamiliar man butted in.

β€œThis game isn’t exciting enough! So let’s spice it up a bit.” The man then pulled out a pistol. To Heather’s shock everyone seemed to nod and mutter their approval as an empty bottle was placed on the floor in the middle of the circle. He then spun it. It pointed at Sarah.

β€œTruth or dare.” Everyone but Heather giggled at the man’s phrase including Sarah.

β€œUm, okay. Truth.” She said with a smile.

β€œTell everyone your deepest, darkest, secret.” Sarah’s smile faltered a little.

β€œWell, I guess if I had to choose then that time during spring brea-”

β€œWrong!” The man interrupted.

β€œThen the time I was in middle scho-”

β€œWrong again.” The man interrupted again.

β€œSarah,” Heather spoke up. β€œYou should, probably, to tell the truth.” She said in a cautious voice.

β€œIt’s none of your business, Heather!” And a gunshot rang out. Heather sat in place, in shock, staring at her dead friend. The only reaction from the others were tsk’s and mutters of disappointment.

β€œWell, let’s try again, shall we?” The man said and spun the bottle again. This time it landed on Heather. She looked from the bottle and up towards the man. The girl was now looking down the barrel of his gun while everyone else looked on in anticipation.

β€œTruth or dare, Heather?” The man asked and she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she was somewhere--anywhere else.



When Heather opened her eyes again she say the faces of Ben and Willow looking over her. The girl jumped with a start before realizing she was awake. Then came the confusion of why she was on the ground. Then the memories came flooding back to her. Sarah’s death, everyone staying the night at her place, then the threatening text message.

Remembering the text, Heather quickly stood up to look for it. Luckily, her phone was on the counter with the screen switched off. Heather let out a sigh of relief before she felt herself sway a bit again. This time, due to the headrush from standing so suddenly. She let herself be guided to the living room and lay on a couch.

β€œI’m so sorry, guys. I must have missed the time to take my meds. Just give me a second.β€œ She let the cool rag rest on her forehead again before noticing something off and sat back up looking around. β€œGuys, where’s Rebecca?”

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A few days had passed since they'd all received the texts, and things had been quiet. Or, at least, they hadn't gotten any texts. Life had gone on despite them. And for some, life had just gone on around them. Lee hadn't left the house since walking home from the incident with Link. He'd just ordered in take-out as he trawled the internet, feeding his paranoia. He'd analysed and analysed and had eventually come to the conclusion that Link had freaked out because it was him. Because it was Lee, known to be promiscuous. He'd fed his anxiety instead of doing anything else, instead of even going for a run.

And then Willow had sent a text around, asking them all to meet at her house. He didn't want to go. He hadn't been planning on going. But then she'd added that it was about the texts a bunch of them had received, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. So he'd thrown on some clean clothes, ran his hands through his hair, and set out for Willow's place.

Even if it was only a chill hangout, Willow felt like being a hostess. Perhaps it was due to the sundress she'd made and was now wearing to make sure it was comfortable. Or maybe it was just so she would have something to do, something to keep her hands busy. A medium quality red wine- not the cheapest, but she wasn't forking out a huge amount of money for them either. And finger food. It was nearly lunch-time anyway. She'd raided the internet and had produced some slightly messy spring rolls, handmade meatballs, chicken wings of various flavours, as well as some tortilla chips and salad. And she'd also produced a collection of sticky notes and had cleared a space of the wall for them to stick them up. Willow needed to take action. She needed to be doing something. She had just started sipping her first glass of wine when the doorbell rang, holding Lee on the other side. "Hey hun. Food in the sitting room." He nodded a little stiffly. "Uhh, who else is coming?" He asked, suddenly realising he might have to face someone he'd been avoiding. "Not sure. Guess we'll find out." She said, with a sigh and a sip of her wine.

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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
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xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you."

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The water rained down on Benji's shoulders and slid down his skin. It had long since ceased being hot and was now lukewarm inching towards cold. He knew it was time to get out of the shower. It was time to go to Willow's and see the others. To face things. He couldn't get himself to do it. Every time he reached for the faucet, the things he did in high school and Sarah's funeral flashed through his mind. And he pulled his hand back.

He thought about not going. It certainly would be easier on him. Less stress. In fact, he could probably just... hop a flight home. Though, he wasn't sure the authorities were done questioning them all yet. He wondered if any of the others had alerted them to the texts. He hadn't and he honestly doubted that anyone else had. Willow and Lee weren't the type and Heather and Becca... them, he wasn't sure, but it was obvious Becca had done something she really wanted to hide.

After Heather had fainted, they had brought her to the couch until she came to. Then they went looking for Becca. After that... they all dispersed. He hadn't heard from any of them in days. Not until he got the text from Willow requesting everyone make their way to her house to talk about the text messages they were all getting. He had frowned down his phone, panic and worry roiling in his stomach. Needless to say, he hadn't had much to eat the past few days. Hadn't left the hotel much either. He still went to the gym every so often. He went jogging. Took some photos. Went swimming. Things to distract and calm.

Now it seemed there was no running from his problems. He sighed, pulling his shoulder bag off the chair it was hanging on and made it way out the door. He had been to Willow's house... once. Years ago, but somehow he still remembered where it was. Maybe it was the charming atmosphere of the neighborhood... or maybe it was whatever feelings he'd had for Willow...and may still have.

She was still just as beautiful as she was in high school. She hadn't aged any, but her eyes definitely held age in them. Like something weighs her down. Benji allowed himself to think about the possibility of traveling with her all over the world. Showing her things to inspire her clothing while he photographed the things that inspired him. He wasn't going to lie. Most of the photos would probably be of her... and how she reacted to the world around her.

Before he was ready, there was her house. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and taking in the peaceful sounds of the neighborhood. Then he walked up and knocked. Or... that had been the plan. Link was already there, turning as if to leave, just as Willow opened the door behind him. Benji pretended not to notice the retreat and smiled softly at the boy. "Hey Link," he said as he moved around him. If the boy wanted to leave, Benji wasn't going to stop him. He walked up to Willow and pulled her into an embrace. He hoped she wouldn't mind. He felt they both probably needed the quick comfort of a friend. When he released her he asked, "How are you holding up?" His blue eyes full of concern.