What makes someone ''evil?'' Is it defined by their morals, actions or what they say? Morals differ from person to person, actions are viewed widely differently and words don''t hold any significant value, right? Animals for example aren''t specifically evil, they just do things to survive, kill for hunt. However, some do it for sport, for fun, for status. But, can we truly push human values onto animals? Well, some might even say humans are no better than animals.


    "P...Please. I-...I''m sorry. I don''t...Know what I did- I, was it-"


    Unlike animals, we are very much conscious of what we do. From a very young age we are explicitly taught and told what good and bad is. What evil and virtuous is. May it be through mediums of religion, culture or mouth to ear doesn''t matter much. The message stays the same, however humans still willingly commit wrongdoings.


    "No no, I...I wasn''t trying to flirt, we were just...trying to do our project. Y''know me- I...I know how you feel about him, I''m not...that ty-"


    Humans willingly hurt others. They feel entitled to their own sense of justice, and enact punishment for reasons only logical to themselves. Resentment, grudges, hatred. People will always find a reason to hurt others. How can humans be so beautiful on the outside, yet so rotten on the inside? Like a nice green apple that leaves a disgusting aftertaste after biting into it.


    "Shut up!"


    A loud thud could be heard as a girl shouted out within an empty building. It was dark outside, and the echoes of quiet sobs could be heard all throughout the seemingly abandoned building. How convenient.


    "You stupid fucking bitch, I warned you multiple times to stay away. Even if it means getting an F."


    "I''m...Sorry I- I won''t tell anyone about....About this, so please let me go.."


    The battered and beaten girl slowly crawled back in a sitting position, her eyes never leaving the group of girls surrounding her. The patted the floor searching for something, eventually laying her hand on a pair of broken glasses. But quickly enough a foot would find itself stomping into the girl''s hand, which prompted another painful moan.


    Yet this didn''t seem to be the end, as the sound of a box cutter being slid open reverberated, and in a flash, the girl looked back up. A terrified look on her face, was this boy just that important? Was she really gonna get cut for this? She was too tired to contest, she had shed too many tears, and its not like another injury would make her pain any worse than it already was. Had the girl...given up?


    "Hey...I think this is going too far, we can stop here, yeah?"


    "Yeah...I agree with Joanne, really we need to get out of here and take her word for it. She wont tell anybody, right?"


    Initially, these two girls seemed delighted and amused seeing their classmate get beaten up, but now it had crossed their line. It was "too much" for them. Grabbing onto the girl who held the box cutter, Joanne pulled back, attempting to leave with her.


    "Cmon, Sammy, its not worth it. Let''s just go."


    After some bargaining, Sammy spat on the beaten up girl, before the three stormed out. The unnamed girl was left on the floor, staring at the broken shards of glass near her glasses. Instead of focusing on what had just happened, the girl''s thoughts were focused on one thing only.


    "Dad''s gonna...Kill me. Those glasses cost him so much..."


    Her worries weren''t in what had just happened, but what would happen to her once going home. Her lips quivered as she grabbed onto her shirt, holding back her sobs.


    [Why me. Why couldn''t it be other people? I''ve always been kind. So why is it that I get treated like this?]


    Laying on the cold dusty floor, on a Tuesday night, a girl cried out. She had seemingly completely given up on everything, the pain of her injuries felt like nothing compared to the pain within her heart.


    [I hate this. I wish I could just escape far away.]


    . . .


    A gentle gust of wind crept up from behind the girl, as a light tap could be heard from what seemed to be a window. And before the girl could turn back to look, a blanket was wrapped around her.


    "Do you wish to die?"


    "...Huh?"


    The girl looked back in confusion, the voice wasn''t any she recognized, but part of her was reassured this was a feminine voice. She didn''t know why exactly it reassured her, something about how calm it sounded, and how soothing it was...It did something to her. The unnamed girl would be met with crimson red eyes. They were so odd, yet so beautiful to look at.


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    "Your suffering, I could end it now if you''d like."


    "Wh...What? N-No! Of of course not! Who are you? You''re...Beautiful."


    Her eyes widened, she meant to say ''creepy,'' so why did she utter the word ''beautiful?'' This didn''t make sense. It''s like for a brief moment, she wasn''t in control anymore.


    "It is quite late, aren''t your parents worried? To be here injured in an abandoned building is concerning, isn''t it?"


    "My dad works late. I...Barely see him."


    [Hold on-- Why am I telling her this? This doesn''t make sense. This is creepy, I should definitely run away...So why is it so easy to talk to her?]


    "I presume mom is not in the picture?"


    [Mom...I...I haven''t seen her in a while. Dad blames it on me, and he''s probably right. I have to focus. I really do, I need to get moving. So...Why can''t I move?]


    From the very start of this interaction with the stranger, the unnamed girl had attempted to move away, but it was like she was stuck. The warmth of the blanket and the soothing voice was nothing but welcoming and kind, yet in retrospect, none of this made sense, it was all too creepy and surreal.


    "Close your eyes."


    "What...N-"


    And before she could finish her sentence, her eyes had closed by themselves. She felt dizzy, and when she woke up she ended up in her bedroom. Her alarm ring was a nightmare, who designed these? They only brought dread upon those who wanted to wake up early. Well, this was probably the least of her worries as she groaned getting up, confused about everything. She looked down at her legs, bandages up, band-aids lazily stuck on her skin here and there. Each band-aid had different drawings on them, some a bunny, some a wolf, others just smiley faces. She definitely didn''t do this, or at least doesn''t have the memory of it.


    "Mya get up, you''ll be late for school."


    "Dad? He''s...Home?"


    The voice of a man boomed through the corridor as he passed by her room, knocking a few times before stepping away. Mya reached for her glasses that usually laid on her des- Right. They had been broken the night before, but wait. What was this box? It was black and didn''t have any logos or inscriptions on it. Opening it, she''d find a note and a pair of new glasses.


    (Don''t break these. :D)


    Definitely couldn''t have been her dad, she sighed and grabbed the glasses putting them on before heading outside of her room, in the kitchen was her dad stirring something in the pan, glancing at her before going back to cooking.


    "Got into a fight or what? You got a pretty big bruise on your arm."


    "Oh...No dad- I just fell off some stairs by accident."


    [What a shit lie. Fuck!]


    "Oh. Okay. Well, here''s breakfast. I''m sorry strawberry but I have to head back to work. There''s 20 bucks under the remote, order yourself a pizza, yeah?"


    [Right, he doesn''t give much of a shit. Can''t blame him though. But...Why is he so passive today?]


    "Something good happened, dad?"


    She asked, sitting down as Mya''s dad placed down a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. As the girl ate, he poured himself coffee and sipped on it before groaning. It was indeed too hot, but his pride couldn''t allow him to admit it, so he painfully took another sip.


    "Opposite. The sheriff''s been found dead, I''m probably gonna be appointed as the next sheriff until his term ends."


    "Suicide?"


    This information didn''t seem to bulge her much as she ate. It seemed like being raised with a police officer made her hear some pretty gruesome stuff growing up.


    "We don''t know yet. But the state police might come in and investigate soon if we can''t find an answer quickly. Which means more workload for us. But, that doesn''t mean you can slack off yeah? Keep studying. I''ll let you know if something changes."


    "Mhm. Don''t worry. I''ll go dress up now, will you have time to drive me to school today?"


    "Yeah. Don''t worry."


    [It''s always been this awkward.]


    Mya got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, she''d get ready for school until the realization that her uniform would be ruined she ran to her room and looked everywhere for her uniform. Unlike other students, she wasn''t wealthy, and could only really afford one uniform. Thankfully, she was clean and knew how to do a lot of things by herself. So, it appeared as if everyday she wore a new uniform. But here, she had no time to clean, was she going to get reprimanded by not wearing the uniform, or go to school dirty?


    [Shit...Shit...Shit...]


    Then, at the corner of her eye, she saw it. The school uniform. A knee-length brown skirt, white shirt with a beige blouse on top. This was the standard uniform for girls, and there it was. In perfect condition. As if it had never been torn or dirtied. She grabbed it and smelled it, its scent was exactly like the products she used for the washing machine. How was this possible?


    "Mya! You fell into the toilet or what? I''m gonna leave without you!"


    "No dad, I''m coming, don''t worry!"


    [What the fuck?]


    She hurried herself and prepared her bag and clothes, deciding to try to act like everything was normal. She groaned as she took a step forwards, these bruises were going to be annoying. But she''ll have to ignore the pain. Getting in the car, Mya''s dad would begin driving through the town.


    ?


    [Colton. A town in the dead ends of the world, surrounded by forests and mountains anyone would think that this was a nice place to live in. But the truth was far from what it seemed. The only reason the population of Colton was high was because of the school that opened years ago, some rich guy that originally was born here decided it''d be a good idea to build a school here. And the results? Hundreds of people moved here, the town got bigger, and the school became the talk of the entire state. Most students got in thanks to their wealth, some others got in here by working their asses off.]


    The car exited a street of houses before getting in a crossroad with multiple restaurants and café, most things here were local, even supermarkets. It was like Colton was in its own little bubble separate from the rest of the world, and its inhabitants liked it like that. Tourists rarely came, and residents made sure it stayed this way.