but if this post gets to 1k by the end of New Year's Day, I will give every single person who gave this post notes a candy of their choice in their ask box and i'll also give y'all a snippet of the book i'm writing.
it's a murder mystery. 4 mcs that are girls, in a boarding school. people die.
NO. I HAVE TO GIVE EVERYONE CANDY AND IT'S MY OWN FAULT
oh well here's the snippet. tw: it's a murder.
I should be sleeping. Yet I am creeping along the rail, my socks making soft swishing noises against the marble floors. Swish, swish, swish. The only light is the cold, harsh glow of the waning crescent through the thin glass windows in between each dorm room. I tug my tangled hair as I scan each door.
As I approach the door, chills run up and down my spine. I am overcome with fear. “What if I’m caught?" I whisper to myself, shaking at every footstep. “I would be shown no mercy. Father would try, no, would have me killed. Mother would demand a torturous life in a prison cell, and have me living on my guilt. My sister wouldn't mourn. She'd be happy to have me gone,” I sigh, about to explode from the amount of anxiety and fear bubbling inside of me. I cannot get caught.
But I knew I had to do this.
I knew I had to free him.
For the greater good.
Click. I wince as the door slides open, hoping the sound from the hinge hadn’t alerted anybody of my location. Moving closer to the bed, I silently grab the knife out of my back pocket, ripping the smooth fabric. “Great. Now my pants are torn," I mutter quietly, careful not to wake the other students who were fast asleep. Gliding closer to the bedside, clenching the knife, hands sweaty and balmy. The sharp blade was now less than an inch above the redheaded boy’s throat. My hands were shaking. With a determined breath, I sliced the knife through his neck. Immediately, he gasped for air, blood gushing from his throat. It didn’t take long for him to begin to decline. I quickly clamped a hand on his mouth. The boy's eyes, slowly turning more and more red, shot open as he looked upon himself, trying so, so hard to scream. He was getting paler by the second, and his heart seemed to be beating outside of his chest.
I smiled as the red, viscous blood of my ‘victim’ trickled from the blade, staining the white cotton shirt the boy was wearing. “It’s okay. I know how you feel,” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, whimpering quietly in pain, coughing up blood. I sat by his bed, making sure no more than a mumble was heard until he lost consciousness. Once his previously active heart came to a stop, I wiped the blade on the shirt and slid the knife into the perfect place. As I tiptoed into the hallway, I knew one thing with absolute certainty.
Every now and then I come to the terrible realization that the gang and I skipped almost a full year of school and that's bound to cause us problems later
and my practical side chooses Travel Anywhere Instantly and my hopeless romantic side picks Find and marry your soulmate (just maybe not marry them quite yet)
my tags are @a-being-of-chaossss @knight-of-hallownest @jessicatssssalads (hope you’re doing better now btw) @someonewhogotanaccount @aylin-hijabi @lunathetransqueen @phrogwithhat
guys we need plans to defeat the never seen cause I’m getting pretty sick of this! @neverseen-official we’re going to win! @tam-song-the-shade @keefe--sencen @sparkles-make-anything-better any strategy plans!?
