Chapter One
In order to fully understand this story, I going to have to take you far before he showed up with a bloody knife, far before I knew I was going to die, farther back then even I knew existed. Back to my best friend's funeral, I thought it was the end but truly it was only the beginning.
"Samantha you are not wearing that!" You could clearly hear the disgust in her voice from my clothing choice. Honestly it was sickening yet ironic at the same time. Me, Sam Manson being related to that pink charity case, my parents looked down on anyone or anything that was less than them. So you could imagine the shock I had when they offered to pay for Danny's funeral.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? It's a funeral not a fancy dinner. Mom honestly I'm getting sick and tired of you"
I responded who wears a neon pink dress to a funeral? The least she could do was show a little respect for the non living.
"Samantha Manson, we the Manson's dress the best, look the best, and behave the best. You should know that. Change into something more presentable or you are not walking in with the rest of the family!"
I shrugged my shoulders. Not walking in with my "family"? She could of came up with something more, I don't know, more threatening?
"Okay, I won't walk in with you guys. I'll walk in with Jazz."
I left the conversation at that, grabbing my bag and the flowers I was going to throw in the air with Tucker and Jazz. I managed to get bright green ones, Danny's favorite color.
It might seem like I'm emotionless that Danny killed himself but it's been a couple of months 6 or 7 to be exact, and we all came to terms that Danny wasn't going to walk in the door exhausted from running away from Dash or angry that Mr. Lancer gave him a detention.
You want to know the worse part? It was my fault he died. I was the one who told him to go into the portal. I was the one who slowly watched him rot from the inside out. I was the worst friend known to man and he totally deserved the best after he killed himself.
"Poor poor Sam, she's going to be another pawn in my endless game chess! Hahahahahaha! It's a shame that she's going to have to die though, but first I want her to suffer like I suffered. I want her to think the most evil thoughts. I want her to scream in sweet, sweet agony, and I want to watch her slowly, slowly loose herself in a pool of her own blood., and I want to be there laughing and saying this what you get Sam."
The dark figure slowly walked away from the looking glass and got ready for his funeral.
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