Claire was always seen as the perfect girl; to her parents she was seen as the perfect daughter who they could always count on, in school she was seen as the perfect student, As straight down her report card. But to herself she was far from perfect. At home she felt like she didn't deserve any attention, at school she saw failure in her grades. How can someone so good feel so bad?
When she would pick up the paper on saturday mornings her eyes always went to the same thing that she obsorbed; Jigsaw Victims.
The articles were mostly writen in the tiny colums at the side of the front page, never a picture but to her all the others blurred together and her eyes only saw that. These people are put into traps because they've done things that are bad. So why isn't she one? That thought came to her everyday of the past year since Jigsaw started, and it always brought her down.
But today was different. She woke up in the morning with one of those gut feelings people always shit about. Dressing for school and huddling her homework and unnessesary heavy books into her backpack like she usually did on a demanding school day. She trudged down the snowy driveway with a slightly annoyed frown on her face. She flung her backpack into her blue truck and slid inside. Everyday was so much like the last that she wished there was at least three different ways to go to school but she didn't even have that; in her small crappy one-way town there was only so much you could do and changing up things wasn't one of them.
But today was off. As she drove down the tight road, her truck like a roller coaster it moved from side to side so much she was two seconds away from kicking it, something happen. She felt an arm wrap around her neck and she heard herself scream out as loudly as she could, then everything turned black before her eyes.
When she woke up she was tied to one of those doctors tables, the ones you lay on when your hooked up to an IV or something. She turned her head but imediatly felt a sharp stab in her neck. Only then did she look up and find that barbed wire was tied around her neck. Following the barbed wire up to the ceiling, she slowly began to realize something. The wire was connected to a wheel, and she was Jigsaws next victom.
'Hello Claire'
