×Alexis× You can say I'm a bitch, which is something I never wanted to be. Anastasia is the cousin I wanted to be close too. I thought that if we were together, as best buddies, I could get away from my horrible life. And it worked for a while, but not after she got to high school. Watching her ramble with Vanessa made me feel jealousy. Despite everything that had happened, Anastasia can still earn glances everywhere. She was still a social butterfly that people loved no matter what. That annoyed me. I wanted to be that social butterfly. I wanted attention like she gets but she's right, where the fuck are my morals? I should be a better person but instead, I'm a mindless sheep who spends her days feeling sorry for herself and envying her cousin. The thing about Anastasia that hits me hard, is how perfect she is. So I'm a year younger. A grade younger. I told myself things wouldn't be so different for me because we went to different schools. That all changed when she decided she wa
×Anastasia× |Two years ago|High proved to be a merry mess, after just a year of being there. I realized things weren't what they seemed. Everything was fucked up. The students, they were cooking us up for something big. Something none of the parents ever expected. It would crash the whole town once it happened but I am determined to make sure they fail in every way. There's a way that they select people. There are ways they choose their next victim. It's not by beauty. They're taking kids whose parents have neglected them. The suffering and pain of the kids makes them happy. Because when that kid is killed, they look to the sky and wonder why the world decided to be unjustly towards them. They'd think about their lives prior to their torturous death and think about how miserable, and unfulfilling it was. That was how they chose their kids. Mason was a star in the rising of football. He was a good friend of mine. His brother Joshua is one of the sweetest nerds I've met. People thin
×Griffin× Anastasia and I met up the following Monday. She looked like she'd had a nightmare that stuck with her, and I didn't look much better. She threw an arm around me, leaned her cheek against my shoulder and we walked into the school grounds together. I didn't bring my car, she didn't bring hers. We sort of just met along the way and made the curt decision to walk the rest of the school. I wasn't exactly feeling that great about either of our situation. We didn't ask about. Infact, we said no words. Just walking and staying in close contact. Eyes followed us everywhere . They seemed shocked by the sight, and I mean shocked. But no part of me cared. Luciana and Max rushed to greet me. "Griffin." I grunted a response. Not moving from Anastasia. Making it weird for them to offer me hugs, or anything. I could have moved away, but her scent was the only thing keeping me from breaking down. I didn't want to go to school. That was the truth. I wanted to stay away from school, bu
×Anastasia× This morning, I woke up with a grimy, cloudy feeling of dread looming over my head. Something was wrong. I could immediately tell. My aunt was still around, and Alexis had been pestering me the day before to hang out with her at the old playground. I finally caved and said yes. Something about that had made her grin ear to ear, and I knew instantly that I'd made a big mistake. But I didn't want her to know that she had gotten to me with her words. Instead, I told myself that it would be fine. I got up, took a shower and left all the make-up ideas and pretty clothes I wanted to wear. Instead, I went for matching joggers and a white Adidas shoes. My body was groggy, I must not have slept as well a so thought I did. Walking was difficult, it was like my entire body didn't want to get out of my bedroom. I'd been so freaked out by Alexis that I forgot to swap rooms.She's really a bad omen if she's making every instinct in my body tingle with a sad desperation to get away fr
×Anastasia× The stench of something burning, perhaps wood, is the only thing that comforts us in this silence. We haven't seen a single person since we were taken. My head had finally cooled off, and I could bring my body to ask questions. To Alexis. "What the fuck ?!" I exclaimed. Griffin had a tight look as he glared at Alexis, and Vanessa looked confused. But Alexis knew, she broke into her crocodile tears and hoped for sympathy as she whimpered with tears pouring like rain down her face. But sympathy was the last thing she would get out of me. She brought me to a park, she told me how she truly felt and now she has the mindset to cry??? Because she was kidnapped too??"I don't care that you're crying, Alexis. So shut it down, and tell me what you did, and why you did it. Because I can't understand how someone can be so cruel and pathetic. To set up their own cousin to abducted.""You did what?!" Now Vanessa mirrored Griffin's expression. We were all angry at her. She rubbed h
×Alexis× When Max stepped in front of th cell, I didn't even know what to think. First of all, this was Griffin's best friend. How did she just waltz in here easily? The guilt of my actions kept eating away at my chest reminding me that doing a bad thing and alot of consequences. Anastasia had felt those consequences when her family died, and I was blinded by my inate jealousy that I couldn't see her suffering. I was too engrossed in myself and my hatred only seemed to grow. What the hell is wrong with me? I worked with a clearly deranged woman, and I agreed to set my cousin up so she would be kidnapped, and killed. I'm so fucking stupid and wicked. This guilt will never go away , because Anastasia will never forgive me. She gave me so many tries to fix our friendship and I crashed every single one of them. I stayed against the wall, feeling more depressed that I'd ever been. Because this meant I was just as bad as my mother. Max gripped the bars and turned her attention to Griffi
×Vanessa× I awoke to soft sounds of my mother tapping her knuckles against my door, I wondered why she was up this early. She usually woke up my six am on the dot. Not wanting her to know that I was awake, I stayed still and force my body to go back to being limp. She knocked again, this time her voice followed through. "Vanessa, sweetie, are you awake?" She called. Her voice was louder than her knocking. She twisted the door knob, and I quickly closed my eyes lids. She knocked one more time. "Vanessa, are you awake honey?" Her voice still sounded like it was far away and I took sustenance in that. She hadn't entered my room just yet and that was perfectly fine by me. Her footsteps were loud, like she was trying hard to see if I was awake. Or maybe she wanted me to wake up. Whichever one, I remained quiet and continued to fake sleeping. I learnt this from Anastasia. She and I would pretend whenever we had sleepovers just to mess with her mother. It only lasted a year before her
×Anastasia×I think we've been here for weeks, but I can't be too sure. Everything is weird. They're feeding us, and treating us like we're at a two star motel. No one was actually doing anything. Griffin had secluded himself to the back of his cell, but he wasn't feeling any sadness. He was just curious. And I could feel it. Dell told me as well. Alexis was…. To be honest I haven't given her much thought. While my bunk mate, Vanessa was in a weird state. She was in between happiness that she could walk and sadness that her mother had been the reason for the depression she had felt after she thought her chances of walking were zero to none. Can I just gloat about being right? I called it years ago that her mother was a bitch but everyone who didn't know said it was a classic Gastillo trying to start a fight. NOW WHO'S RIGHT YOU SELF POMPOUS FUCKERS!It's me.Okay, now that I'm done with that little gloating moment, we can try to focus on getting some answers. It seems like they'r