Every thought of Zita (my OC) sounds tired and uninterested.
Crimson Dust: How often do I need to say it?
„Have you heard? Second Life will come out in a month!" a girl asks her friend.
/Second Life...? I've heard of that before... Isn't it that new game with 99% realism?/ My thoughts of it are soon forgotten.
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I push the door to my house open /I'm back.../ I greet the nothingness in thought. I live alone since around five years, I'm 19 right now. My parents died in a car accident when I was 6. ...It doesn't add up you say? Well, let me explain:
I was brought to my uncle when my parents died but that wasn't nessaccery the best idea, for all he can do is shout and hit me. This lastet till I was 8. I'm not an idiot, I went to the police after I found some strangers corpse in the cellar... /Uncle... Even I could name better places to hide a corpse/.
Then I was brought to my grandmother... till I found a corpse in her garden, buried under the roses /The garden? ...You're to obvious, Granny/. To the police it is...
I turned 9 that year. Next stop was my mothers cousin,... you wanna know the corpses location? Under my cousins bed.
Next up was my mothers other cousin and then my grandfather to my aunts 18 year old son,... thus I threw my whole family into prison. When I came to report my aunts son, the police already had a chair and cup of warm milk ready for me! How did they know I would come?
I was thrown into my families friends hands after that... needless to say that the police station is already like my second home. Somewhere during that trip I stopped to care for the world around me, nothing interested me. I still held regard for live... and my own live...
I turned 11 and had to endure bullying and all sorts of other harassment at school, especially from teachers since I didn't look into their eyes or spoke to them. I was living with the last friend of my family until... do I need to say it? I went to the police to report as always when two of them already came my way.
They had been investigating my family and their friends as they found out that all of them were from the second most dangerous criminal organisation and that only one of them was left. I told them about the latest corpse I found and went to buy some ice for me.
I have always bad luck so I wasn't actually suprised to meet my current 'caretaker' full of anger and hate. He dragged me into an alleyway and I saw a corpse in front of me...
...my corpse.