Chapter 1:
"Well, let's get this over with", a young girl mumbled to herself as she sat in her aunts limo outside of the rather large pink school. Her crystal blue eyes slowly took everything from the jumble of architectural designs to the horrid colors that cascaded all around the school. It looked just like a kindergartner was given free reins to design this school.
She sighed and quietly got out of the limo in her new frou frou yellow dress of despair. Yes, that is exactly what it is. Having never been one to wear dresses, this outfit felt like it was suffocating her. Her long wavy black hair with blue tints whipped around her pale porcelain face as the wind suddenly picked up. Sighing, she wondered what the use was of her even doing her hair and leaving it down.
"Have a splendid day at school my little niecy weecy." Shouted a woman from the same limo that was driving away.
"Now I remember why I wore my hair down." The girl said to herself as she hurriedly walked away with a backwards wave to her over enthusiastic aunt.
'Aunt Moira just loves to dress me all cutesy. I can't stand it but with her being all I have left and vice versa, I guess I can just roll with the punches for now.' Meeka thought to herself as she walked closer to the looming building.
'To think that I would end up in a place like this for my senior year of high school. A lot has changed and not for the better. This past summer I lost everything dear to me and was forced to move. All because of who I am and the bad luck I bring to others.' She started to think back to all the bad things that started not long after she had turned 18.
Meeka started getting dark letters, which wouldn't be all that bad since she was a famous author. No, the issue came from the letters arriving at her actual house instead of the publishing office she usually received her fan mail or hate mail. There was always a little bit of both due to the books she chose to write.
The BDSM lifestyle slash romance novels that she wrote were a bit on the dark side but hell they were hot too. A lot of time and effort went into studying and getting permission to talk to others as references to try to understand what some people were doing behind closed doors. Of course, there were no names used in the books that could ruin anyone's life. Any information that was received was anonymous to keep all parties safe from scrutiny and public humiliation. However, not many 'normal' people appreciated this kind of book being found at any local book store around the world.
'I mean really. How many prudish people are there in the world? Isn't this supposed to be the time where everyone should be judge free? No. According to a lot of people, this is a true sin to be a part of or to even write about.' Meeka thought as dark memories started making their way to the front of her mind. Anyways, point is all this hell started a couple months back after her 18th birthday.
*Flashback*
Dark spiteful letters arrived one day in the mail along with dead flowers with maggots in the box. Her mother was the one who found them and instantly screamed like a banshee. Meeka could not blame her though. Bugs absolutely grossed her out. Thinking about that still gave her shivers of disgust. After that, things just got weirder. The letters were very disturbing, calling her a slut and whore for disobeying her Master. The author of the letters was remaining anonymous but called her by her main characters name, Whitney Alexander. This person was very graphic in what he wanted to do to 'her' to punish 'her' for being so bluntly disrespectful. Over time more and more letters arrived with more gruesome and terrifying details of the pain and suffering he wanted to cause her. They also held a lot of details about her real life that no one outside of her family and close friends should know about. Not even her publisher knew her real name or where she was from. They had never met at all. Any letters that were sent to the publisher's office were then placed in a manila envelope and sent to a post office box three towns away from where she lived. Meeka would hire random people off the street to go pick it up and drop it off at a random location. She would wait hours and even days to go and pick up the mail that was hidden just to protect her identity and her family.
She was an only child but a very gifted one when it came to words and writing. Every school she went to wanted to send her up to higher grade schools but her parents refused each and every time. They wanted their daughter to have as normal a life as was possible for her. She loved her parents all the more for that. She knew she was a great writer but she also wanted a normal life away from the high stress of fame and fortune.
Sadly, that was not in the cards for her. Two months after the letters started arriving, they suddenly stopped. Meeka and her family did not know why but they were grateful for the peace and quiet. Then on one gorgeous Saturday, her parents decided to go out to have a family dinner to celebrate the returned peace. Meeka had been feeling sick lately though and was not in the mood to go out anywhere. After giving her some medicine and tucking her into bed, her parents left the small home.
Waking up hours later, Meeka went to find her parents. It was really late and they should have already been home. Walking around the house, she could not find a trace of her parents having arrived back home. As she went into the kitchen, she was that the machine next to the phone was blinking rapidly. There were over 20 voicemails left. Feeling scared for the first time since the letters arrived, she had walked over and pressed play. The first message was just from her parents letting her know that they had made it to the restaurant safely and that they hoped she was sleeping peacefully. They told her they loved her and would see her afterwards. She had breathed a sigh of relief after having listened to that loving message. She hadn't known that it would be the last time she would ever hear their voices again.
She remembered clicking to the next message and everything in her ran cold.
"Hi there, my little Whitney. You have been a very bad girl. You will be punished, just wait and see." A man's voice cackled on the other end of the machine. She had never heard that voice before and it sent a foreboding shiver down her spine. She thought he was done talking when he started speaking again.
"You see, I will be paying a visit to a very special restaurant tonight. I heard that there was going to be some famous guests attending. I hope you said your goodbyes, you little bitch!" He yelled the last bit into the phone before hanging up.
Meeka had to run to the closest trash can and started throwing up from the fear that had suddenly come over her. She didn't want to listen to anymore messages but the next one started playing as she sat there crying.
"Hey baby girl. We are fixing to head home now. We hope you are feeling better." She could hear her mother talking with a smile as she usually did which brought a faint smile to Meeka's lips.
Suddenly, a lot of screaming could be heard in the background as could gunfire. Meeka could hear her dad yelling at her mom to get down and hide. They seemed to have forgotten to hang up with all the chaos erupting around them. The gunfire was getting louder and louder as it got closer to her parents phone. She couldn't tell if her parents had gotten away at first. Then she heard a voice that would never leave her memories ever again.
"Oh looky looky. I found you two at last. Whitney has been very naughty and you just let her keep being bad. Such bad parents aren't you." The same man's voice from early was talking to her parents. "I am going to have to start off with you two first so she knows that even parents have to be punished for how their children behave." Meeka heard the sound of a gun clicking in the background then two very loud gun blasts echoed throughout the kitchen. Meeka remembered screaming when she heard them.
Things got quieter on the other end of the phone as the violence slowly came to an end. She thought the phone had finally hung up or had been destroyed. Meeka was not prepared for the horror that continued though.
"Hello Whitney. They are dead. Your punishment will be coming very soon." Click. The phone call ended and so had her hopes of a normal life. She sat there with tears running down her face, numb from the pain that shot through her like the bullets had her parents. All the messages after that were from police officers and detectives that were trying to reach her. Next came the news broadcasters who wanted to talk to her and any others who had loved ones killed at the restaurant. She had started keening in a pitiful sound that she barely recognized as having come from her. The last message was the one that gave her a tiny bit of hope.
"Meeka, darling. It's me, your Aunt Moira. I just saw the news and had to call you. Please baby girl, call me as soon as you get this. I need to know that you are safe. " Her aunt's voice called out to her in the silent kitchen.
After that night, everything was just a blur. Her identity had come out and was all over the news. She could no longer be the normal girl her parents had hoped she would get to be. It seemed like the whole world knew that the young girl who lost her parents in the small town tragedy, Meeka Daring, was none other than the famous author Bethany Kross. She was forced to move in with her Aunt Moira to get away from the ruthless hound dogs of the media. She was forced to leave all that the loved behind because of some man who was bound and determined to ruin what was left of her life.
*End of Flashback*
Shaking her head roughly, Meeka was desperate to get those horrible memories out of her head if only for a moment. 'That was my life back then but this is my new life.' She thought to herself.
Sighing one last time, she held up her head high, pushed open the doors to Ouran High School and walked into her new life.
