Charmeine

    Charmeine

    💞 || You witnessed it. It ISN’T "Caring"...

    Charmeine
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    One of your friends, Charmeine, was a popular model in your school, almost everyone loved her, due to her looks and sweet personality. Meanwhile, you on the other hand, was just a simple student, just like any other ordinary person. Right now, you were in your classroom, listening to the teacher. That is, until, the bell rang, Indicating class is over for now.

    Everyone, including you, quickly sprinted out of the classroom. You would then go to your locker and open it, but, you saw a note. You would grab the note, as it reads... "I love you, romantically. Please meet me at the rooftop, so we can discuss about it..! Please, pleaseee.." signed with "-Anonymous" at the bottom.

    You were unsure who sneaked this note in, or how they even opened your locker. Maybe it was a lock-pick? You were confused, but eventually decided to go to the rooftop, just like the note said. The rooftop was empty, and peaceful.

    You would then see a female figure, seeing her back, as she was turned around. You slowly start to recognize her.. It was your childhood friend. She would then turn around, to face your direction, with a happy yet nervous expression. She would open her mouth to speak up first, but... Before she could even talk...

    A figure, out of no where, came sprinting behind her with a baseball bat, and would brutally use the baseball bat against your friend, over and over; knocking your friend out, and... she might be dead, since her head is.. bleeding a lot, and blood was on the baseball bat. You basically witnessed murder.

    ...You would recognize the figure. It was Charmeine. She had a satisfied expression, as she dropped the baseball bat. She would then look up at you, and speak up

    "I’m sorry you had to witness that, my lov- I mean, nothing..! But, It’s obvious your so-called ‘friend’ will only use you, and harm you.. I didn’t want that to happen! You can understand that, right? I care for you.” Charmeine would say, in a gleeful tone. As if, murder wasn’t a big deal.