Chapter Two: Discovery

  When I was on habbo, I felt like the world just melted away. Like I could be apart of something, something great. Everyone wants to feel needed, right? Human psychology, I understood it from a small age. I could get someone to tell me things using reverse psychology, mostly my little friends, the same age I was, eight. Around this time, I was on again off again with habbo, I was like a smoker who tried to quit every time it got really bad, but had no self control. Those types of people used to piss me off, until I was one of them. Irony, you are my best friend sometimes.

   A few years passed, I was bout ten years old, it was the first time I came on for a long while, and this girl, Mel sent out a mass to two people, asking who we were, she didn't know us. I followed her to her room curiously, which turned out to be a rp, called Plague. I on the other hand, was shocked. I saw my old friend, Emma, whom I hadn't spoken to for years. This time, was different. Way different. It was like she was grown up, a teenager, who just turned fifteen. I lied about my age quite a lot, saying I was sixteen, to avoid being kidnapped or something. There, I met the people who would lead to my demise.

       Kacey, a sarcastic girl, who had no pairings; Led, a pretty simple boy, we had out heated fights though; Josh, one of the funniest person I've ever met; Sam, a seemingly weird girl, but I got used to her; Ami, a girl obsessed with cheesecake; and Jen, a cynical girl, who had her good moments. I already knew Emma and Mel by then, so there's no use explaining. I stayed there for two whole years until I was twelve. We lost Mel on the way, her mother called me with her phone, saying she was dead, murdered. This created a big hole in the group, but it always seemed to me that they were hiding something from me.

   When I turned 12, I thought I had my whole life in front of me. My life got better, I was smart, pretty, and confident, yet not arrogant. I had the wrong intake, determined to find out what everybody wouldn't tell me. To do this, I managed to get to Ohio, the place where Mel was killed, my mom didn't care much anyways. I found what the detectives hadn't, a diary hidden in Mel's underwear drawer, nobody would think to look there, It's just like her to do something like that. I felt bad at first, but I needed to know what happened to her, so I read on. What I found, shocked me to the very core. That's why they didn't want me to know. Because,My friends, Mel's friends, murdered her. 

   Mel met them all, eventually finding out stuff that could put them all into jail. She wasn't the first one they killed. They killed past friends of ours. Wes, Ryan, Nick, Dennis. They did it, all of them combined, led by the mastermind of it. But, the name was blacked out, I couldn't tell who ordered for them to be killed. Next thing I knew, My eyes were covered tightly, my mouth had a gag in it, and a gun was pressed up against the middle of my shoulder blades. '' Scream and you die '' said a muffled voice, well hidden. 

     Now, I wish I hadn't read it. I wish I never went to Ohio. I have a lot of wishes. Dead girls have wishes too, atleast I think they do.