The forest on the outskirts of town is very gloomy and dark place, especially at night. What made Vriska Serket think she could handle it nobody knows. Her and her boyfriend Tavros have been exploring this forest for who-knows-how-long and he's beginning to think maybe they're lost. No, he's certain they're lost.
Vriska disagrees and tells him that explorers such as herself never get lost. He was sure they'd already seen that rock before. He was sure that tree was there five minutes ago. He was sure it was getting darker. He was sure he wanted to go home now.
"Vriska, I think we should go home now," he mumbled, looking away from the girl, "it's getting dark and I need to be home-"
"What did you just say?" she replied loudly, standing on a rock and looking around.
"I just..." he began, turning to face her, "I think we should go home now, I'm tired."
"Ugh, you can go home, but I am staying here to explore." Vriska grinned, adding emphasis on the final 'e' of explore.
Tavros sighed and nodded. "Fine, okay... Don't get lost though," he said as he began walking away.
Vriska continued walking. The rumors about this place have been going on for years but Vriska wasn't scared of any imaginary bears or monsters lurking around in the dark. She was more interesting in the treasure that is said to be so amazing she just had to have it. Holding her head high, she carried on, desperate to look for the treasure.
It must have been midnight before Vriska finally came to the conclusion that her exploration would have to be put on hold until morning rises. She pushed branches out of her way, kicked rocks to the side and kept her eyes facing foreward.
After about five minutes she groaned loudly and punched a tree beside her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep sigh. She hung her head low and trudged on, growing worried. Only slightly, of course.
To Vriska, she thought she was getting farther into the forest rather than out. She leaned against a tree and slowly slipped down. Silence fell upon her, save for birds tweeting every so often and a creeking noise coming from the tree. Confused, Vriska stood up again and carefully, slowly walked to the other side of the tree.
She stood in horror, trying very hard not to scream. What was in front of her was a girl around her age of sixteen, hanging from a noose tied tightly to a branch. She was far too familiar and Vriska began to feel very guilty and sick.
Before the summer holidays began, this girl was the laughing stock of the school. Everybody picked out her flaws and laughed at her and tripped her over all because she could do nothing about it. And Vriska remembers she was the main antagonist.
It was far too late now. Vriska was a bully. She caused a poor girl who needed so much help to end her life. There was no going back now. She fell to the floor and for once in her life she cried.