A.N: This is an original story, I own everything. This story is rated for foul language, abuse, mention of rape, murder, and slight suggestive content. Also if you're some pervert who likes reading M stories for the lemons, I don't write lemons usually so there won't be any here. Here's the prolog, for The Ghost on the Corner.

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This story starts at the dead of night.

Prom night.

My prom night, to be precise. It's a night unusually filled to the brim of the building with romance, flirting, fun, and just a carefree night where the minds of senior graduates can relax and have simple mindless games.

At least, that's what it was supposed to be.

I looked at myself in my body length mirror, I had picked an off-white slim dress that went just above my knees, it was strapless and had a loose black sash going across my waist.

I had a small figure and a clear slightly bruised collar bone. Though, like most girls, I had a date, I didn't really want to go with him. I had different colored eyes which one might call an abnormality, while one might call it a gift.

My right was a sky blue and the other was a lime green.

My short curly black hair shaped to portrait my face tickled my ears, I wasn't used to it being down, usually it was in a ponytail, or at least short pigtails.

My date, which was my boyfriend, was named Raman. Though most people who were good friends with him called him Rat, for the exact same reason I didn't want to go with him to the prom.

He was abusive, but no one believed me because he acted around everyone except me, I was desperate to get out of the relationship before he did something drastic. Like killed me, or worse, rape.

I looked down at the floor, then I heard Raman's car horn. He was in the driveway, waiting like I had taken five hours instead of five minutes to get myself ready. I quickly said; "Goodbye." To my mom and ran out to his dirty beat up truck. I got in the front seat. The car door slammed next to me in an anxious yet rusted click.

Soon we were in front of our school, I looked over at Raman hoping he was in a good mood. "Just stay close, I want everyone to know you're mine, bitch." He snarled, I nodded obediently. Even though I was tough, rough, rebellious, and a prankster. He scared me down to my very bones.

We walked into the gym, everything was dressed up and pretty. I didn't belong there even though I have often found myself pleading to God to be. I still hated the dresses, flirty girls, gushy and fake romance.

But it wasn't my choice, it was Rat's. He forced me to make-out with him in one of the halls, even though he was just acting I played along just to feel the closest I've ever been to actual love, even if it was just an act.

But it got heated, I wanted him to stop, he pushed me strongly into an empty classroom. I tried to struggle as he ripped my dress into shreds, but he was too strong for me.

I whimpered as he took off his pants and forced himself onto me, I cried. He had taken my innocence like it was his to take, like it was something I was giving out to anyone who asked.

The pain was almost unbearable, it was like he was shattering my insides with a sharp knife. When he was through with me he slapped me, between my sobs I could make out him saying something about next time to behave, then he left.

He just.

Left.

I stayed there on the cold floor until I heard someone open the door, I looked through blurry eyes to see some of Rat's thugs come over to my slightly bloody self. I thought they pitied me, maybe had come to help me, but no.

I wasn't that fortunate.

I saw a blade glistening in the dirty hall light's reflection.

Pain.

Blood.

Laughter.

They were killing me, I knew that much but. Why? Why were they doing this? Why me?

I heard Raman laughing in the distance, calling me a whore and telling lies about me. I didn't know but, as I faded into what I somehow knew and felt was death's clutches, I whispered three words.

"B-beware. M-my, revenge." And then, I slipped into the dark unknown. I only knew one thing. I would get my revenge, and when I did, it would be as sweet as crisp apple pie.

When the authorities found my body, I was surprised, that no one found it interesting or curious that upon my face.

Lay a smile.

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