GASP My first horror story! There will be romance later on but like WAY later! okay? Enjoy my loves Gwen's POV The whole story unless I say otherwise
Graduation; it's suppost to be the greatest time of your life right? Well, for me that is putting it mildly. I was effing overjoyed to get out of to be getting out of that hell-hole.
Introductions are in order here I believe. My name is Gwendolyn Gray. I have been tormented by five people all my life. Heather Manson, Alejandro Burromuerto, Courtney Rivers, Justin Gregory, and Trent Harding. They have been basically been out to get me since grade school. Taking away anything from me that they could, including the one guy I'd ever really cared about, Duncan Lockwood and they made him hate me, it made me hate him, he always said that he'd believe me no matter what. Liar. They were the only people I truely hated, for reasons I will explain. So I was incredibly pleased to get away from them all.
I lost my family in a car wreak about three years ago. They were they only ones I had had left in this world, and they were taken away from me.
"Look out!" Was all I managed to scream before the truck hit the car. Darkness surrounding me. I woke up the next day in the hospital, I kept begging the nurse to tell me where they were. I asked repeatedly if my family was okay. Only when the doctor finally came in did I recieve news of their death.
"I'm sorry honey, you were the only one who made it. Their gone." My life was never the same.
I felt the first taste of freedom when the principal called my name and gave me my diploma. I was finally going to get away from them all.
I walked home from graduation that night, taking a short-cut through the graveyard, big mistake. I really didn't mind graveyards at all, in fact I kind of liked them, they were a quiet place I could go when I wanted to be alone.
"Hey Gwenny." I stopped cold. Turning around, there they all were, Heather, Alejandro, Justin, Trent, and Courtney.
"What do you want?"
"Well, we all thought it wasn't highschool without one last prank." Courtney said, her eyes were bright as if she were telling a joke. She tried to hold back laughing.
"What is there left to do? You've done everything in the book to me."
They all looked towards a hole in the ground, it looked about five to six feet deep which was taller than me, I could already tell. I looked at each of them confused, then in horrible understanding.
"N-No..."
"Grab her boys." Alejandro and Trent quickly grabbed a firm hold on each of my arms while Justin swooped up my legs.
"Let go of me!" I pleaded. As they went to the small grave and threw me roughly into the grave. What kind of sick people thought this was a funny joke? They all started filling it with dirt, not just with shovels, but emptying in a wheelbarrel full of soil and they all stood there laughing as if this was some sort of party instead of trying (even jokingly) trying to bury someone alive. Which I knew they all knew happened to be my biggest fear since I was a little girl.
The dirt came pouring down, getting into my dress I'd worn under my gown for graduation, going into my eyes, stinging. Going into my mouth, nearly making me choke. Everytime I tried climbing out they threw in more dirt, and forced me back in. They kept it coming, it was up to my chest at this point. I pleaded to them again, begging them to stop. They laughed in my face. The soil beneath my feet felt weaker with every second, I knew what was coming.
"Guys, I begging you let me out!" I begged them. Now the soil was about to my shoulders. In the next second the ground beneath me caved in. I sunk deeper into the ground, letting out a choked scream before going under.
Their laughter stopped. I knew exactly what they were thinking and the shrill sound of Courtney's voice confirmed my thoughts. My breathing was becoming restricted more and more.
"Oh my god! We've killed her! We fricking killed her!"
"Shit!" Trent. "Let's get out of here!" They left me there, the fricking LEFT me there buried under who knows how many pounds of soil. I dug and dug towards the surface, continuingly hoping for my hand to break through the soil. I was near hyperventalating, which took up even more the oxygen that was running dangerously low, but I kept digging, blinking out the dirt that fell in my eyes. I was gasping for air, positive I was going to die, when my hands broke through into the open air. Digging at the remaining soil between me and the air.
Finally I managed to pull myself through the dirt, climbing out of the grave. I coughed, dirt spewing from my mouth, stuck in my teeth. My best dress stained from head to toe. Dirt fell from my clothes and hair.
A light went off in my head. Anger consumed me unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I couldn't take it anymore. They all had done too much to me over the years, each horrible deed worse than the first. I couldn't go on happily with my life knowing they were still out there. I wanted them to pay, I wanted them to suffer as I had for years, I wanted them dead.
Standing up I looked off towards the exit of the graveyard, faintly in the humidity I saw them running through the gates.
"It's payback time bitch."
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