Author's Note - I don't know if any of you have played the game that read this, if you don't then spoiler alert - you can kill the characters as you play. Now the problem with this is, who to kill and how. Because if i go and give them all the same deaths as the game then it isn't gonna be scary but i have to keep some people unalived otherwise there is no stakes to be had. So I can think of at least 3 ways for them all to die each, some more for the less likeable characters. Granted I can't change what I have written so far but the future possibilities are getting too enticing.
So I have to ask you how dark do you want this story to get? Because I have the next chapter ready for alterations or to be uploaded...
Also didn't know what to do with this interlude as the ones before and after this had been planned but didn't realise I hadn't written this one..
Another month. Nothing new. The jornal had quickly become my new prized possession, following me wherever I went. Not that the others cared. They all had avoided talking about anything other than classwork with me. But, as I lugged the book around, the pages felt heavier with importance. The list weighed more than ever. Each name had a story combined into their placement. The once-empty pages now rewritten time and again. An entire month's worth of energy fuelled the ink that ran through the pages.
The lists had mutated into a scratched plan. Each name teetering up and down the placements as flashes of Beca's face linger in my mind from that night. Nothing they could say would erase that fact. It was one of the reasons I didn't linger at home for long. My knees were practically crooked from perching at a library desk day in and day out. But, as painful as my back was, the work was cathartic. All of my thoughts, as jumbled as they were, stayed in one place.
It was how I found the three culprits who needed to be punished.
Aubrey
Mastermind.
Twisted the rusted knife into Beca's back and dismantled his rebuttal.
A high school bully who sought nothing but retribution for her own insecurities. While the prank was bad, it didn't have the reaction she wished for, so she forced the reaction out of them.
Amy
Ringleader.
Rounded everyone up and silenced anyone's hesitancy...
The only one who sought pleasure out of Beca's pain. The only one who seemed to not understand it to be cruel. Someone who needed to be reminded that she is human and that actions have consequences.
Jesse
Lapdog, yesman.
Followed Aubrey's idea with little to no resistance.
The callousness of that night burned my ire more than anything. There was nothing between them that contained malice and yet... I could hardly contain my thoughts about the actions of that night.
Jesse didn't fight. Jesse didn't argue. Jesse let himself be dragged into the room. Let his girlfriend write the note. Let the others gather around. Let-
On and on I wrote until one thought reemerged on the page. All my frustrations coming out raw and d disjointed. No longer was I wanting to make sense to any one else. This wasn't for them. Or for me. It was for them. Those who paid for our inaction that night. No matter if we wanted to rescue them after the fact. The fact was, we didn't. And they act like nothing happened. That the pitying looks they get are anything like the pain their father is in. My mind repeats it on a loop. My thoughts merging with the words I had written until only one thing remained.
Jesse is first.