No.

You weren't about to pussy out of this because you were starting to get second thoughts. That would be incredibly selfish to make Gwen suffer on that shitty street while you knew you could do something about it, as she herself could not.

There had to be a way, and you would try every way possible.

Starting with this one.

----

You knew what these feelings were, you'd known them for a while now. You've had them ever since you first started talking to Gwen. As her face got less deformed and you started to talk to her more, the feeling just got stronger and stronger.

You brushed it off at first as a stupid feeling that you shouldn't have been getting. Though it wouldn't go away, and a lot of the times you couldn't really look at Gwen straight in her eyes without you blushing a few times when she made her usual jokes.

She really quickly changed from that fragile quiet girl you found on the street to someone filled with personality, who was both funny and caring at the same time. You loved her, yet you still wanted to see her go.

You hoped to god that this ritual wouldn't send her off, maybe at best it would let her free roam around the planet to her heart's content. But even then, that would be dreadful.

If that were to happen then you would need to be with her to keep her company, or at least find other ghosts that could do it as well if she were to get tired of you. Because of all this, you had been delaying the ritual for a few weeks already, it was about to be a month now, as each day went on you kept on hating yourself more and more, though it's not like in that time did you have an opportunity to make her euphoric.

As these thoughts kept on running through your head, an idea came into view.

Maybe if you told her that you loved her, that would make the spark you needed for the experiment to come together. Thinking it over it did sound really self-centered and cliche, but it was really worth a shot, and you wanted to convey your feelings before anything was to happen if she were to disappear or ascend without you knowing or being able to say your final goodbyes.

This led to a whole other set of problems as you started pussyfooting around the whole confession. Although to be fair you weren't exaggerating when you said it had to be perfect, in more than two ways. You had to make sure you did it with enough finesse to swoon her over, and you had to be agile enough to make the cut and start the ritual, or at least persuade her into doing it for you without having to trick her.

This isn't something that you could redo at a later day, it was all or nothing with this.

Though with enough planning and patience, and the knife that had taken a while to get shipped from Amazon, you had planned for your confession and the ritual to fall on the day of Friday.

With each passing day you rehearsed what you were planning on saying in your head countless times, and making sure that Gwen wasn't in a bad mood or anything that would ruin your surprise if she kept up with it for the entire week.

When it finally came to Friday, you were really fucking nervous about how everything would turn out. Like an edgy school shooter emo, you had been fake practicing the cut in the mirror to be as quick and precise as possible. You were really bad when it came to pain so that would probably be the worst part out of this whole experience.

It would be on your walk home when you would confess, and you waited a little bit later before actually starting your walk since you were wanting to do it a bit towards the time that the sun would lower. The last thing you needed was someone calling the cops because they saw a kid cut his wrist.

--

"You're a little late, did anything happen at school?" Gwen asks.

"Yeah had to stay behind for a bit of tutoring is all." You lie with a smile.

"Ah, well that's good, I'm glad you're actually doing something about it now, with how tired you look every morning I could have guessed with how you were doing in school."

"Is it really that obvious..." You frown.

She laughs. "No don't feel bad about it, I'm just really good at reading expressions and all."

You couldn't really tell if you were actually acting like that, or if it was just apart of your fake act from your earlier meetings.

Forgetting about that for a moment, you started to think of your words.
> You full on confession right away
Maybe it would be best if you just said everything right away, just full on say 'I love you' and see what kind of reaction you get. But you soon realize that's a really stupid fucking idea and the chance of it working would be extremely slim for you. You had to take this slow and steady.

"Hey are you alright?" You hear Gwen ask you.

You realize that you had been staring into space for a bit as Gwen gave you a worried look.

"Nah I'm fine.....It's just. For the time that we've known each other, what do you think of me...." You ask while looking away to miss eye contact.

Though you see her smirk a little.

"What brought on that type of question?"

"Just wondering."

She seems to think for a moment, seeming to choose her words slowly.

"Well....you were really nice to me. Yo still are, but I'm glad you stopped being super nice after that one day. You also really care about being on time here, which I appreciate....so I guess I think you're OK."

HNNNNNNGGGGG.

"Just OK?" You say half jokingly, although on the inside being completely serious.

She gives you a sly look with her eyes.

"Well tell me then, what do you think of me?" she asks.

"I think you're OK." You reply with a smile.

"Oh fuck off, don't make me say that embarrassing stuff and you not do the same." She said slightly annoyed.

"Well....I think you're a pretty cool ghost. You're very interesting to talk too, and you have a good sense of humor about things. You care about....well what happens to me and my school work so there's that too, I guess." Your carefully picked words cause Gwen's face to shift in a certain way. You couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or something else, but she also couldn't seem to make eye contact with you either.

"Gwen, I.....well I really like you."

You didn't really know what to say after that, your mouth kind of dried up the point in which you didn't feel as if you could get anything else out of your throat.

"Uh-h well..." You heard Gwen's reaction sounded stiff and hoarse.

"W-Well I like you to I g-guess!" Gwen was a little bit more louder with how she said it, trying to laugh along with it after saying it, though it sounded extremely unnatural.

"Fuck I made things weird didn't I, I'm sorry." you apologize sheepishly.

"No! Please don't. I mean yeah it is kind of awkward the way you said it. I would have worded it a bit differently I mean, but.....well I really do have the same feelings." she replies, a bit more sturdier with her voice.

"Well....I...It's more than just liking....I love you..."She finishes after a brief pause.

"I loved you when you first came here and decided to stay.....you could of walked away but you stayed the first time and that's all that really took....I hated when you weren't here, and I always looked forward to our little talks, even if they weren't for that long. Maybe because they were so short is why I treasure them so much. I like to hear about your day, I want to know your problems, I just want....I want to be with you..."

Man, she was doing a better job than you were doing with this confession. She didn't even lose eye contact when she said that last part, her facial expression was one of seriousness, she didn't laugh that last bit off.

"I love you too....That's why....Well that's why I want to help you. If it's just one way that could bring us together, or let you have your peace. I don't care if you say you don't want it, I'm doing what I'm doing because I care about you, and if a day comes where I have to stop coming that's out of my own control, then I don't want you to be here all alone, at the very best, I want you to be with me." You say, trying your best to sound as sincere as possible with your antics.

"Well, I know that you have my best intentions in your heart, just please don't get yourself hurt over it, that's the last thing I want."

Shit.

"Well that's the thing, please listen to me through before you say anything though." You plead as you see her facial expression darken as she hears this from you.

"I'm going to try a ritual, which just involves he drawing a little blood. After that we just need to hold hands while I say a chant. Afterwards, I think you'll be able to walk free and go with me wherever I go. I wan't that more then anything, to just be with you outside of this street, and I think this way is going to work."

Her attitude on this seems mixed as she seems hesitant about it, although you're already taking out your knife as you flip it open.

"Wait! How do you know this is going to work?" Gwen hastily asks.

"I honestly really don't, but I'm going to try either way. I'm not just doing this for you either, I'm doing it for me." You joke as you reflexively wince while making the cut. Although you make sure to not do it too deep that it would be dangerous or worry Gwen to a extreme level, though blood was easily flowing now if you tipped your wrist over sideways.

You raised out your hand for Gwen to grab.

"Let's try it out Gwen, me and you. You just need to grab my hand." You say.

Again she seems to hesitate. Though much less now as she seems to make up her mind in less than a minute.

"OK. Together then."

Gwen reaches for your hand as your heart beats rapidly, as if ready to explode from your chest.

You feel contact, as her cold clammy hand meets with yours. Your stomach drops as your knees begin to buckle, but you stand as firm as you can as you start to remember the chant.

The words escape your mouth as you look up a little into the sky. You change your gripping from her hand to her forearm as you speed up the chant.

Gwen grips you harder as she looks down.

The chant ends as you finish saying what you needed to say.

You don't feel anything different, and that makes you start to panic internally. Gwen slowly starts to look back up as her grip on your wrist begins to loosen, so does yours.

"D-Do you know where you boundary is?" You stammer, not giving up on your hopes that something had changed.

"Yeah, that fence is where I usually can't pass through...." She says quietly.

Both of you start walking towards the fence, though your pace is slow as it's hard to move your feet with how weak they feel, while Gwen is right beside you at the same speed.

When you reach the fence, you both pause. Both of you don't step forward, and part of you hopes that Gwen does it first. But since this was all your idea, it was best to find out if this was all for naught.

Stepping past the fence, you turn around and look at Gwen, who's un-moving,

You raise out your hand again for her to grab.

"Come on, only one way to find out."

All she needed to do was be able to grab your hand, that was all. Even if she couldn't leave this boundary, the of you being able to make physical contact was already enough to make you happy.

Her hand raised up as it shook with nervously, moving it closer to yours, she grabbed your hand.

She grabbed your hand.

Outside of the boundary.

The two of you froze for a moment as nothing was said. Though immediately afterwards, you felt your body push back as a large amount of weight fell on-top of you from the front. Falling on your ass, you felt arms embrace around torso while loud wails pierced your ears. Gwen was crying, and she was really letting it all out as you felt your shoulder be soaked with tears.Though looking down, you saw that your shirt wasn't wet, which was a really weird feeling. You hugged Gwen back as you let her out what she needed to cry out, rubbing her back to console her a bit.

"It worked....>I-It really worked!" She cried into your ear.

Maybe you should have been crying too, but your face just felt numb as you realized what you did actually worked, maybe deep down you expected nothing out of this, and to have it actually work just shook you.

Though you knew, that now, everything was going to be OK.

You got Gwen off the street.


You didn't feel like doing a scavenger hunt that could end up being a waste of time going off by your previous leads. At the very least you could try this one first and do the African ritual later. Though you were a bit confused when it came to the part in touching hands, as from what you know that wasn't very possible, and you wanted to make sure you could do it before you started bleeding yourself.

You tried several times in touching Gwen whenever you two were talking, but each time your hand would go through her body and she would look confused in what you were trying to do. That probably had to do with the fact that you had told Gwen that you had given up on your efforts and to make the best out of what the two of you had. You wanted to surprise her if any of your efforts were to come to fruition so for now, you had to play dumb.

Gwen seemed relieved at this as it meant that it would put a stop to your antics and experiments that you would try on her. Maybe she was glad that things were going back to normal. But no matter what lies you told her, you wouldn't stop trying, not until you found a solution to all of this.

You looked a bit more online as now your research was focused on how to make ghosts physical. You tried your experiments in secret on Gwen as each of them failed as the ones had before. You didn't get far into your research though when similar phrases and words kept on reappearing with each new website that you visited. Apparently increasing a spirits happiness or any kind of a strong emotion, would lead to a bigger connection to the one that caused it.

Well, that's what you interpreted from what you had read. You didn't want to make her to sad or mad, so you would be going with making her happy. But how would you make her happy? Wasn't she happy content enough that you were talking to her every day? She sure seemed like it with her mannerisms and occasional laughter at what you had to say every now and then.

How happy would you have to make her to get this ritual to work, and would you have to cut your palm right there and then to get it done quickly before her happiness died down?

Fuck, you needed to get yourself a pocket knife.

There weren't many ideas of ways to make Gwen happy that you were able to think of, at least not much that could be done within the confines of her street. You didn't think you could reach the limit of happiness you needed with just words, maybe you could, you just didn't know how.

"Is there anything that would make you really happy, like anything I could bring you physically for you to see?" You asked her one day to see if you could get any leads.

"No not really, please don't tell me you're going on about this again. I told you to forget about that day, I never should have said those things so openly. Please, I'm happy now knowing that you're here with me." She pleaded as you frowned a bit.

There was always the chance that she really was happy, and doing the ritual now was all you needed to do in order for her to ascend. Though something was telling you that it wasn't the case, and you needed to do something big in order to reach the criteria.

Though as you were thinking about her happiness, you started to think about your own, as the thoughts that had been circling your mind earlier for the past few days kept on recurring.

Did you really want to see Gwen go?
> No
The more your thoughts battled with one another, the more stupid this idea started to sound. There was no way this was going to work, it was a random fucking idea you just happened to find on the internet that you had no way in checking if it was factual or not.

Gwen would probably be freaked the fuck out too if you made extremely happy and all of a sudden cut your wrist and demanded that she hold your hand quickly before her happiness died from the realization of what you were doing.

These things must happen naturally, it just had too. There's no way she would be on that street forever, though until that time would come you would just keep her company to the best of your ability.

Hopefully, by the time it was time for you to graduate, she would already be off in whatever waited for her. Besides, she told you herself that she didn't want the hassle that you were putting yourself through, it was probably making her worry too.

----

With your silly quest over and done, you feel a huge relief wash over you. The next few weeks are spent getting back on track on school work to which you end up putting yourself ahead in some classes. Your conversations with Gwen continue, and you're much more cheery and happy with them, to which Gwen notices herself and tells you.

Weeks turn into months as the meetings never really got boring for you, but instead, you started to feel a stronger connection with her. You sometimes had your doubts about quitting on the mission to get Gwen out of there, though she never broke down like she did that one day, and you took that as it was.

Even so, there was still a lingering feeling that she didn't mean what she said, and that she really wanted your help with this. That thought, as small as it was, always made you depressed whenever you were to dwell on it for too long.

---

You didn't know how much time had passed until now.

Though you didn't really care.

Gwen was gone.

She wasn't on the street, or anywhere down the roads. The first time you noticed this you didn't pay it much mind, but on your walk home, that's when you really started to panic.

You walked back and forth twice, giving up and quitting when it started to get a little too late.

After that day, you walked that sidewalk again, hoping to see her and give her a mouthful for worrying you. Though each day was the same, she wasn't there or anywhere.

She had left without saying goodbye.

You never got to say goodbye.

Through the sadness and depression that was rolling through your head, a large part of you hoped that she got to wherever she was going safely.

Finally, she would get her rest.

Though you'd miss her.

More than you could have imagined from the start.


It wouldn't hurt all that much if you were to stay for a little longer. You could probably come up with another excuse anyway if your mom questioned you too much about it.

"Alright why not, I think I can stay for another hour or so..." You say which causes Gwen's attitude to beam back up.

"Great! I still got stuff to ask you, like.....when's your birthday and....what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you!"

The conversation continued on as Gwen asked you random questions on a variety of topics. It seemed as if she was trying to prolong your stay or at least make it in so that you wouldn't get bored while being with her.

It's not like you were anyway when it was your turn to ask questions or talk, everything that she replied with genuinely interested you. Still, there was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach you would get, and it seemed as if it kept on recurring every time you were to interact with Gwen. You pushed it off to the side though as just random nervousness.

Checking your phone you saw that it was already six.

"Alright, I really got to go now, my mom's going to get pissed if I get back any later." You say, trying to excuse yourself out of the conversation as soon as you saw a good stopping point.

"Yeah, you have been here for quite a while....thanks for deciding to stay a little longer with me though..." Gwen sweetly smiles you.

Don't worry I'll be back every day at least twice, this route is on my way to school after all."

"I know you will, and I'll be waiting."

Those words send a little chill up your spine, though you don't exactly know why. Besides that, you wave Gwen off as you start head back home.

Upon walking into your house, your mom is in the kitchen as she asks you where you've been. You tell her you stayed with some friends to do some stuff after school, and head up to your room before she can try to question you.

You wake up a bit later than usual the next morning and take your time preparing yourself for school. Somehow the day before had drained you, as you were sluggish to leave the house and go on your walk. In fact, you actually had an inner desire to take the bus and catch a nap for a few minutes but decided against it. Not wanting to do that to Gwen.

When you arrive on her street, you catch her looking in your general direction when the two of you make eye contact. You walk at a normal pace until you finally arrive at her boundary.

She's the first one to say something.

"You're later than usual."

She didn't say this jokingly, but with a sort of seriousness and matter-of-factness.

"Yeah....I slept in so I was a little late in getting ready."

As you say this you take out your phone and look at the time.

"Speaking of which I can't stay all that long either because of it, I can't be late again."

As you say this, you see a deep frown start to form on Gwen's face. She's not even attempting to hide the disappointment that came from what you just said, and because of that, you started to feel guilty.

Gwen didn't respond to what you said and just kept on looking at you. Fuck this was really awkward

"Alright, well I'll see you later then..."You mutter as you give a little wave. You walk at a normal pace until you feel that you're out of her eyesight, before quickening your pace.

You don't know why you did this, but you did know you weren't tired anymore. What the hell was that interaction? She was so weird about it that it actually made you genuinely uncomfortable. It wasn't just the guilty feeling, fuck the guilty feeling wasn't the worst part as all. The worst part is that you started having thoughts of just cutting interaction with Gwen, you had ideas why this came to mind, but you didn't know why it came onto you so strong.

You started to worry that Gwen would be like the past ones, the ones who wouldn't let go if they could help it. Did it just take longer for the signs to show with her compared to the others?

As more of these thoughts continued to plague your mind, you were eventually able to get rid of them and start trying to feel some compassion in which it seemed you were lacking. Gwen was alone a lot on that street, so it was only natural that she would get upset if it meant less interaction time with you if you were the only person she interacted with. Your apology for it was pretty shitty too, though at the time you didn't really feel the need to, and a part of you still doesn't now.

Regardless you were to visit her again after school since you weren't ready to just abandon her, much reluctance was in you though as you down that street after school as you were contemplating if you had made the right decision or not.

When you caught sight of Gwen, she was waving heavily at you, which made you quicken your pace a bit expecting something to be wrong.

"Hey! You came back!" Gwen exclaimed, as if you had no intentions of doing so.

"Of course I did, I said I would."

"Listen I'm sorry about how I reacted earlier today, I acted like a little girl and didn't realize you had your own problems to deal with and such, I was putting myself ahead of you and I'm so sorry!"

She was rapid with this apology, and with each word she had taken a step closer to you, causing you to in turn take a few steps back to keep the distance.

"Don't worry about it really....you have nothing to apologize for."

"I....I just don't want you to think I'm like those other ghosts that you left for being clingy or weird. I'm not like that, I'm.....I'm just lonely!" Her face twisted into something saddening as features of decay starting to rapidly show all over her body. It seems as if she wasn't able to hold in her emotions as she falls to the ground and starts sobbing, with her whole body shuddering heavily.

You don't know how to react to this, especially since you're not able to touch ghosts, you can't really comfort her physically. You're still a little shocked with this happening so suddenly, but you get yourself out of it quickly as you try to figure out something to say.

"Hey...I'm not going to leave you. You got it all wrong man, just because I didn't stick around for that long in the morning doesn't mean I don't want to be here or anything..."

You felt that you weren't really good with words, as what you had said didn't really seem to help all that much.

"I know, or at least I hope you're not lying. But still, these feelings just won't stop. I keep being afraid that you'll decide to leave me and I'll be alone again...Do you have any idea how long I've been on this street?"

"Four months?" You say rememberering your conversation.

"No...That was a lie. I've been here for about a year maybe more. You're the only person to have talked to me since then. At first, I didn't even think you were real, just a sign that I was actually losing it for real this time. But when you came back I knew you were real, and when there was the chance that you wouldn't be coming back, I got scared. I know I sound like I'm being clingy, well I am clingy. I don't don't want to lose you and I don't want you to go, ever."

At this point Gwen didn't seem to be holding anything in, as she was letting all her emotions and thoughts out in the rawest form possible. You didn't really know how to feel about this, in one way you felt extreme pity for her, on the other hand a few things in which she admitted made you feel a little dirty. It felt like she was expecting too much from you, there was no way in which you could stay by her side on this street forever, it was heavily impractical. It would have been one thing if it were just a figure of speech, but you knew she was being serious, and that sent chills down your spine.
> You can't make that promise
You couldn't make a promise that you couldn't keep, especially one as big as this. Even though Gwen seemed like a nice girl and all, she was expecting too much of a person that she barely met. You wouldn't be able to take the responsibility of keeping her happy and sane every day of the week just so that she wouldn't feel lonely.

There had to be others like you out in the world that had your powers, hell there might even be another one living in this town. It's also not like she would stay here forever, nothing lasts forever.

"I'm sorry, but....I can't make a promise like that. I can try to come whenever I have some spare time. But don't count on me to come every day."

Saying these words made you feel like shit, and her expression that matched the dirty feeling worsened everything.

It felt just like last time, although now you had really made up your mind about the future between the two of you. There would be none.

The two of you didn't exchange any more words after that as you just walked off, not having the slightest desire to look back.

You made a mistake with all of this.

Your days of voluntarily communicating with ghosts were over.


Wanting to start your questions with something simple and innocent, you tried asking something basic.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green." She says immediately, her attitude sparking up with that answer.

This causes you to smile a bit.

"How come it's your favorite color?"

"I used to go on trips a lot to the mountains, with my grandpa at his lake house. I loved the trees around there."She says, quite rapidly, and possibly with excitement.

As she's talking about this, you could swear that there areas of her body that were turning from a rotten and decayed color to the light color of tan skin. Even her eye that was bulging seemed to shrink slowly to that of normal size.

"Yeah, that seems like a pretty nice play to go too, always wanted to go to a place like that."

"It really is great! Especially when it snows, it's an experience that you have to be there to truly know how great it feels!" As Gwen says this, her smile starts to fade, and her older decayed features begin to reappear.

"I want to go back..."

You frown at her sudden change in mood, you take a look at your phone again only to see that a half an hour had passed.

Fuck you really couldn't miss more than one period or you're mom would REALLY have your ass, the confidence of staying had left as soon as her mood began to falter again, you would have to come back and talk to her some more when you had the luxury of your own set time.

"Listen, I have to go and get to school. I'm going to come back though O.K? I just really can't miss it."

She lifts her head with a pained expression on her face.

"You promise you'll come back?"

"Promise."

With that being said, she sits back onto the asphalt and covers her head into her knees.

"I'll see you then."

It takes you a moment before you get yourself to move your legs and head down the quiet sidewalk towards your school.

Classes go by fairly slowly for you as you can't stop thinking about Gwen. About what she had told you so far and the time she had spent on that street.

It seemed rather odd how often her mood had changed, from being quiet to being happy and then finally ending with sadness. You couldn't tell if it was something like her being bipolar or just all the events that happened in such a short time span. Either way, you still felt sadness for how you left her, and you immediately had plans to go and visit her again on your walk home.

Though on your walk, you had gotten a call from your mom. She chewed you out a little for being marked absent for first period, and you just gave the excuse that you had to go to the bathroom on the way to school and couldn't hold it. That seemed to work for her as she didn't try to question you all that much afterward.

Gwen's figure had started to come into view as you arrived at her street. She was still sitting down while holding her knees, but as soon as she caught sight of you she instantly picked herself up and waved at you, with a cheery expression on her face.

"You came back!" She beamed with a wide smile.

"Of course I did, I promised you didn't I?"

Her smile got bigger as she tilted her head while her eyes narrowed.

"You're not leaving right away though right?"

"Of course not, I got plenty of time to spare." You assure her.

Her smile returns. "Good, because I've thought of a lot of things to ask you."

You spend around two hours talking to Gwen as she learns about your high school and stuff that happens with you on a daily occurrence. She asks about your powers to see ghosts and you tell her about all the interactions you've had so far. It's when though that you bring up some of them being crazy that her mood seems to dampen a bit.

"I was almost at that point too, had you not come along when you did. It wouldn't have taken long for me to be too far gone..."She told you sullenly.

"Why bother thinking about that when it didn't happen, I met you and that's that."

She smiles again. "Yeah, you're right."

You look at your phone to see that time that had gone by since you had been talking to Gwen.

"I should probably be heading home now, my mom would kill me if I didn't get home by six."

Gwen's expression darkens as she starts twiddling her fingers.

"Could you stay maybe a little longer....?"
> You can't
As much as you would have wanted too, you had to make stops in between your conversations, otherwise you wouldn't want it to end.

"Sorry but I can't, I'll be back tomorrow though, same times twice a day.

Even though Gwen's face is sadder then it as before, some happiness seems to be regained to morph her face into that of bitter sweetness.

"Promise?"She asks once again.

"Promise."

She seems assured by that, so you make your way away from the road and begin your walk home. On it though you start to think about Gwen. Not so much of thoughts of interest, but thoughts of worry. With what she just asked for, she seemed incredibly lonely. That was a given though since you were her only source of interaction. In fact her attitude was probably tame in comparison to other spirits who had no other interaction, she wasn't screaming like a maniac compared to the others, so she was more approachable.

You would need to keep your promises though to visit her everyday, at least once. You felt as if you would be super guilty if you tried to avoid her or promised her something that you wouldn't be able to keep.

Though a more pressing matter was limiting your conversations so you wouldn't end up being late to school anymore, because the excuse you had given your mom would only probably work just that one time.

As the sun slowly sank into the horizon, you finally managed to get home, aside from the questioning from your mom nothing else comes up and you get ready for bed.

The next day you quickly wake up from bed and get hurriedly get ready to save as much time as possible. You even bothered to set your alarm for a half hour earlier to buy you enough time to meet Gwen. Getting outside, you managed to find yourself jogging a bit without even noticing at first.

Getting up to the street with Gwen, she's already looking at you by the time she comes into view. Was she waiting for you to get here?

"You're earlier than usual." Gwen notices as she tilts her head.

"Yeah. I managed to leave the house pretty early so I could stay and talk with you more before I have to leave."

Upon hearing this, Gwen avoids eye contact with you as she tilts her head down.

"You didn't have to go that far..."

"Nah I wanted too, I enjoy our little conversations."

Gwen smiles as she nods her head. "I'm glad."

You actually felt pure enjoyment when being around Gwen. You weren't sure at first, but after these meetings with her you could always catch yourself smiling during conversations and could see the same with her.

Two weeks had passed as you continued your visits before and after school. With each interaction, the times that Gwen would become sad or bring up something depressing would start to slowly decrease until they were abnormal occurrences to happen.

You never seemed to run out of things to talk about or bring up, or if you did yourself, Gwen would change the topic to start something new. It would get to the point in which you would actually become sad when your meetings were over, there were even some times you hadn't even noticed the sun had gone down until she herself brought it up, and suggested that you get yourself home.

She didn't usually do this, but there had been occurrences in which passerby's in cars would stop by the curb in which the two of you were and ask you if you were O.K, as people had seen you continuously here each day and were worried that you were lost or sick or something.

You had always given the excuse that you were waiting for someone or you just wanted to loiter like a normal teen, most of them bought the excuse although leaving with a troubled expression on your behalf.

You didn't really care all that much though if you were being judged, as long as you were able to talk to Gwen. Another thing that you had noticed was that all the scars, wounds, and rotten flesh had been starting to disappear with each returning visit, until it got to the point in which you didn't see it at all.

You never would have imagined that you would feel a romantic feeling towards a ghost. Since you always saw them as ugly creatures that plagued this world with the curse of not being able to move on.

You wanted to help Gwen, somehow help her out of that street. On the other hand though you didn't want to lose her, being with her was fun, and even though it hadn't been that long, you couldn't really imagine not being with her.

There had to be a way in which you could help her without letting her go. Somehow to get her off that street, if it was even possible.

You tried to imagine something but nothing came to mind, which frustrated you immensely. It's not like she would know of anything either, she knew just about as much as you did on her condition.

You tried to stop thinking about such depressing matters, until it was brought up in one of your conversions by Gwen unexpectedly.

"Do you think I'll be here forever..." She asked in a shallow voice, after of series of other unrelated questions.

"I doubt it, nothing lasts forever..."

You said this, but when you did you wished you hadn't. You had basically said that you and Gwen would eventually come to a end as well, which may be true but still. You looked at her facial expression to see if she caught up on this, but you couldn't tell with how expressionless it was.

"Yeah, that's true..."

"Who knows what will happen though, it's not like we know for certain what's going to happen to you or which god is going to judge your fate, but I'm sure wherever you're going, it's going to be something enjoyable." You try to comfort her with possibilities.

This causes Gwen to laugh, which catches you off guard a bit.

"You know, before I died. I thought I was turning atheist with all the thoughts that were coming to my head at the time. I didn't really fear death all that much since I thought it would all just be over in a bright flash, and I would be able to sleep forever....now though."

Tears start to well up in Gwen's eyes as she starts wiping them with her palm.

"If only you had seen me the first couple of weeks when I was like this. How hard I screamed, how shitty I felt. Looking back on it even I knew was acting insane. I don't know when it happened, but after awhile I stopped feeling, I stopped caring. I just sat on my ass on that stupid road, hoping that one day one of those cars would actually make contact and end this shitty existence, this hell."

Tears seem to stop flowing, but her eyes are a deep puffy red as she makes eye contact with you, and gives a warm, small smile.

"When I met you, I didn't know how to react at first. I didn't even think you were real, and I had finally gone crazy. When you came back the second time though I knew you were actually there, and I started feeling happy again. I don't even remember the exact time I had been happy before that."

There were a few a moments before she said anything else, while you yourself were quiet as you couldn't think of anything to say to respond to that, though at the very least you wanted her to finish everything she had to say before you were to comfort her.

"I lied to you..."She says, in a quiet voice that you were barely able to make out.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't die four months ago......I died a year ago or.....I think it's been a year by now."

"Jesus Christ." You blurt out, not being able to stop yourself.

"During the first few months, I was able to walk down the entire avenue, all the way to the next block. I didn't really take advantage of it though since I was still broken during those times, but as each month passed the barrier kept on getting smaller and smaller until it's what it is now. I started getting scared that it would keep on shrinking until I had nothing left but a few feet of walking space. Thankfully it never got to that, but it seemed to stop shrinking around the time that you had arrived. You saved me from getting squished, or whatever happens when the barrier closes on itself, but in a small way.....I wish it had. Then everything would finally come to an end. I could finally sleep."


Silence took over the air between the two of you as no words were spoken. You could tell that it was fear that you felt, but you didn't know why. It couldn't get to you, and it couldn't harm you, but you still felt a tinge of fear.

"I remember you."

With little cars currently passing by, you didn't really have all the much trouble hearing its voice clearly. It had almost no emotion in it, though it sounded almost normal, as you wouldn't think the person was dead. It didn't say anything after, seemingly waiting for you to reply.

"I remember you too." You reply with a voice crack, in which you started coughing to get your vocals straight.

"You can....see me?" You couldn't tell if that was confusion or a bit of desperation in how that was said, but you nodded back silently.

Seeing your confirmation, the ghost started to drag it's body with its arms, slowly to where you were. Seeing the task made you feel pity for the poor thing with how much trouble it seemed to have had.

It took about half a minute for it to finally reach its barrier, which seemed to be the sidewalk that was next to the road. This led the spirit to be a few feet away from you, in which you could now clearly see it's entirety. It was a girl, or so you thought. Besides the missing hair and bulging right eye, the right side of her cheek was torn off exposing dark golden teeth that were blackened by plaque or insects, while her nose was also crooked the right side.

As hideous as it all was, you couldn't help to not look away. The fact that you couldn't stress you out a bit.

"How long have you been here?" This was the first question that came to your mind, and it was the first one blurted out of your mouth without thinking.

"I think...It'll be six or seven months soon..." You could hear the immense sadness and emptiness that came with those words and pauses. The whole situation was already making you feel extremely uncomfortable, but you couldn't really walk away from this now, or at least it wouldn't be right.

You didn't really know what else to say though, questions started swarming into your mind, but which ones to ask and how to ask them made you freeze before anything could leave your mouth.

“Are you leaving soon…?” She asked you before you could come up with anything.

“Ah...yeah, I have s-school so…” The words stuttered out of your mouth as you didn’t want to say it impolitely, but then again you felt horrible as her face reacted to these words. She looked at the sky for a bit before half smiling at you.

“Thanks for talking to me, you can go now so you won’t be late.”

Even though she gave you the permission, your legs were moving. There had to be more you could do to help this poor soul. What really worried you thought was how calm she was, she didn’t scream like the other ones, but she seemed just as broken nevertheless, maybe even more so.
> You leave
Something was off to you, you regretted this contact with this spirit completely. Not because of fear or annoyance, but with a feeling of shame that stuck onto you like a foul stench.

Slowly but surely without a word, you lifted your dead legs as you made your way back onto your commute on the sidewalk towards your school. You didn't want to look back, and you didn't.

This was the encounter that you had regretted the most out of every single one of them from before. What irritated you was how tame it was, but it was for that reason that made you feel even the more terrible. You were expecting a horrible spirit all along, and your assumptions of what was to come through you off so bad in which now you didn't expect it at all.

As you continue to walk, you leave the spirit behind in the distance from what you can tell.

You don't plan on interacting with anymore any time soon.
> Weeks pass
A week after the encounter with the girl on the road, and your health started to deteriorate rapidly.

It started when you vomited in class, causing you to be sent home from the day. You missed the first few days out of shame and embarrassment for the unexpected bile, but as more passed you couldn't go to school even if you wanted too.

It takes a large amount of energy to do even the simplest of things such as walking around or going downstairs to eat dinner. Your mom who was extremely worried about your worsening condition, made an appointment to get you checked out by a doctor as soon as she could have it done. Though you honestly wished your mom had just taken you straight to the emergency room, as you weren't exaggerating when you said that you wouldn't last until the doctor's appointment.

As it would have it, it seemed like that would be the case. During one of your usual days of resting in bed while your mom was at work, your eyes got heavy and you slowly shut them while thinking you would take a pretty quick nap before your mom was to get home.

You never woke up.


WARNING! (The fake one)

This story contains mature subject matter concerning teens and is meant to help said age group “experience” a problem they may encounter in their life and show the consequences of their actions if they handle it in the wrong way. There will be separate sections for boys and girls for as we all know, both genders experience different struggles during their precious formative years.

If you are a pre-pubescent, you should NOT be reading this story, you should be in bed. Such mature subject matter is not for your tender young eyes.

If you are an adult and you are a parent, perhaps you should “experience” this story with your teen, for they may still have further questions about the subject matter. Questions that you should provide answer for, because if you do not they may learn the wrong answers from their peers, the streets, minorities or even (gasp) the evil dirty internet!

If you are an adult and NOT a parent, get the fuck out of here. You probably just want to “play” the girl path and choose all the slutty choices, you fucking pervert.

It is the hope that this story may somehow help teens better deal with the problems found in this story in real life. And remember if you do turn out to be gay (boys) or sexually loose (girls) it doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you’re going to die of AIDS and burn in hell.

Now what gender are you?
> You male
You are a typical male teen…well maybe not entirely typical. In your current state you aren’t very popular in school. Sometimes you feel left out of things, particularly social gatherings involving girls. Maybe being popular would makes things easier and make you happier, but then you also wonder if you even belong here, as you have a hard time relating to people sometimes.

Well, what are YOU going to do about it?
> You attempt to make friends because you NEED to be accepted by your peers
You aren’t anybody unless you’re popular! Okay well it’s not entirely a bad thing to be social; it’s perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you’re going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.

You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.
> You join a sports team! Jocks get all the girls!
Sure sports, that’s always a good way to conform and it does attract the ladies usually. A lot better than joining the chess club would anyway.

You’re unsure of what to pick, so you go by the old chestnut and pick football…

After laughing his ass off the coach actually gives you a chance at training, as it turns out, you aren’t completely inept, but you don’t really have ability that makes you stand out. You’ll probably get cut and then you’ll be back where you started and you don’t want that.

While you’re sitting in the locker room wondering what the hell you’re going to do, one of your team mates approaches you.

“Hey, I saw you out there, you looked pretty good.”

Immediately you go on the defensive.

“Hey, hey! I ain’t into that gay shit!” you exclaim protectively grabbing your dick and backing your ass against the wall.
“What? Oh. Ha ha! No! No, I was just saying you probably got what it takes to make the team, but you just need that extra edge. I mean who has time to waste doing all that training right? I’d rather be spending my free time fucking the sluts and partying, y’know what I’m sayin’? That’s why I take this!”

Your teammate shows you a needle.

“Is that…”
“Yep, steroids! Combine it with these pain killers…” He shows you a bag of pills. “And you got what Legends are made of!”
“Um…aren’t those like illegal?”
“Fuck yeah! But what are you some fucking choir boy? You wanna get on the team and fuck all those pretty cheerleader bitches you better start taking this shit. What’s the big deal? All the pros use them!”
> You take the drugs: it's the breakfast of Champions!
Hey if the pros use them, then it MUST be good! You take the needle and pills for later use.

Before the next try outs you shoot up and feel a surge of energy! You feel like you could lift a thousand pounds! Due to you breaking another member’s leg in training, the coach doesn’t hesitate to allow you on the team. As the weeks go by, you start pumping a lot of iron and have muscles like you never had before and certainly a lot more confidence. Your awkwardness with girls has ended and after a few winning games your popularity has grown. You are now a “somebody”.

Hey steroid freak, don’t celebrate just yet, now you get to see how much you fuck up!

You’re continual abuse of steroids has increased your aggression to an unnatural degree, at one point you get angry at someone in one your classmates and smash his face into a bloody fucking pulp. It takes the teacher and a couple of your classmates to keep you from killing the poor sonofabitch. Fortunately for you, since you’re so “necessary” to win the next game, you get off with just suspension from school for three days. During this time you attend a party (Your parents don’t dare try to stop you) where you hook up with some chick.

You and her start making out and then once again you start getting aggressive, she tells you to stop which only makes you angrier so you bitch slap her to the floor and start ripping her clothes off. While you attempt rape, you come across a big problem which is that the steroids have shrunk your balls and made you impotent. Now you’re even MORE pissed, so you just start beating the poor girl and blaming her for your own problems eventually breaking her neck. You aren’t done yet though, as you’re insistent on still trying to get your limp dick hard even after her body has expelled all its fluids from the “death release”. At this point some other people from the party enter the room and see this grisly sight.

When they all shout “HOLY SHIT!” you instinctively realize you need to get the fuck out of here, so you jump out the window and land wrong twisting your ankle badly, but you pop some painkillers and start running.

You don’t get far when a cop car attempts to stop you, but when the cops get out you charge into the first one and break both of his arms before he can even draw his gun, the second cop shoots you twice, but you don’t even feel it and you grab him by the throat and rip out his larynx, then you flip the car over crushing the other cop lying on the ground in pain with broken arms.

More cops come and seeing what you’ve done they don’t take any chances and just blaze away at you with shotguns blowing big chunks of meat out of you finally putting an end to your ‘roid rage as well as your life. Fortunately you didn’t really feel anything since you were still flying on painkillers at the time.

The moral of the story?

Don’t do steroids they make your nuts shrink and cause impotence. And let’s be honest, it doesn’t matter how many cops you can kill with your bare hands, you just aren’t a man if you’re unable to rape a woman, shrinky dink!

And now you know!


Sure sports, that’s always a good way to conform and it does attract the ladies usually. A lot better than joining the chess club would anyway.

You’re unsure of what to pick, so you go by the old chestnut and pick football…

After laughing his ass off the coach actually gives you a chance at training, as it turns out, you aren’t completely inept, but you don’t really have ability that makes you stand out. You’ll probably get cut and then you’ll be back where you started and you don’t want that.

While you’re sitting in the locker room wondering what the hell you’re going to do, one of your team mates approaches you.

“Hey, I saw you out there, you looked pretty good.”

Immediately you go on the defensive.

“Hey, hey! I ain’t into that gay shit!” you exclaim protectively grabbing your dick and backing your ass against the wall.
“What? Oh. Ha ha! No! No, I was just saying you probably got what it takes to make the team, but you just need that extra edge. I mean who has time to waste doing all that training right? I’d rather be spending my free time fucking the sluts and partying, y’know what I’m sayin’? That’s why I take this!”

Your teammate shows you a needle.

“Is that…”
“Yep, steroids! Combine it with these pain killers…” He shows you a bag of pills. “And you got what Legends are made of!”
“Um…aren’t those like illegal?”
“Fuck yeah! But what are you some fucking choir boy? You wanna get on the team and fuck all those pretty cheerleader bitches you better start taking this shit. What’s the big deal? All the pros use them!”
> You no! You'll make the team on your own! Determination is all you need!
Drugs are for losers! You saw that movie, about that guy, who had a lot of heart or something! And you saw that other movie about that other guy, who had a lot of heart or something! In fact you’ve seen A LOT of movies about “that guy, who had a lot of heart or something” you can’t remember any of their names, but if they can all do it, you certainly can!

You turn down the drugs and start training a lot harder and trying to focus on the prize. You get that fuckin’ eye of the goddamn tiger! Yeah! Ain’t nothing going to stop you! You’re gonna get on the team, become popular, and date the head cheerleader because if there’s anything you’ve learned from movies it’s that NOTHING can triumph over the human spirit!

Though the better thing to have learned would’ve been that real life ain’t a fucking movie!

The next time you go to tryouts you’re so fucking cocksure that you end up not protecting yourself as much as you sure and when you get hit hard by one of your team mates you get SERIOUSLY injured.

Like really bad.

No, seriously, you get really fucked up…A LOT.

In fact you’re a damn vegetable.

Of course you don’t stay that way for long, as your parents aren’t religious and as such don’t feel your life is worth anything to them anymore so they authorize the doctors to pull the plug. Its kindest thing they’ve ever done for you.

The moral of the story?

Don’t try out for a team that you have no business trying out for in some inane quest to be popular. All the “heart” in the world doesn’t mean shit when you got a 400 pound asshole slamming into you with the power of a small bull elephant and your own body frame is more like that of a half starved pigmy marmoset!

Now the chess club? Yeah, maybe that’s not gonna get you the head cheerleader, but you probably could’ve at least gotten to third base with the asthmatic girl who drools when you kiss her!

And now you know!


You aren’t anybody unless you’re popular! Okay well it’s not entirely a bad thing to be social; it’s perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you’re going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.

You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.
> You join a band! Musicians get all the girls!
Well you don’t seem to have any other talent of any kind so being a musician might be the way to go.

You decide joining band in school is out though. You need to join a REAL band, if you want to be popular. You know there’s a group of guys that THINK they’re musicians, so lacking any better ideas you head to the garage where they play horribly in their spare time.

“Hey guys, I heard you need a fourth member for your band.” You shout over the noise they’re causing. The bald headed one with the sunglasses and guitar addresses you.

“What? Naw man, we’ve just decided to be a three piece and I’ll be singing all the songs. It’s a lot easier to keep track of that way.” He says as he drinks a can of beer.
“Is that beer?” you ask.
“Huh? Yeah, you ain’t never seen one before or something?”
“Don’t your parents care?”
“Shit no! Zack’s Mom is fuckin’ cool! She let’s us practice here and drink all the beer we like!” a rather hyper bass player exclaims.
“Yeah, and she’s like fuckin’ hot too! I’d seriously fuck the shit outta her!” the drummer adds.
“Hey fuck you Jake, I told you to stop talkin’ about my Mom!”

“Come on gimme a chance, I really want to be in the band!” you whine.
“Shit, this guy sounds like that stupid bitch a month ago that blew all of us when we told her that in order to see if she could sing well, she needed to exercise her throat and tongue.” The bass play says.
“Yeah, well we all know you’re a secret fag Ed, but we won’t be doing THAT. (Sigh) Ah fuck it, I don’t really like singing anyway, here’s our latest song lyrics let’s see what you can do.”

You’ve been given a chance to join something bigger than yourself! This is the biggest thing that’s ever occurred to you in your whole insignificant life!

Now you just have to figure out a way to NOT fuck it up, which may be difficult since now you’re all nervous to the point of being paralyzed. Good thing this isn’t sex, knowing you, you probably would’ve fucking fainted when the girl unfastened her bra.
> You start singing
You go up to the mic and meekly start trying to “sing” over the deafening noise. It’s clear you aren’t loud enough and Zack and the others start shouting at you as they continue to play.

“SING INTO THE MOTHERFUCKER MAN!”
“YEAH, DON’T BE A GODDAMN PUSSY!”

This unique form of encouragement doesn’t make you sing any better. In fact you’re just pathetic all the way around considering that you can’t even do better than a bunch of losers who can’t play worth a shit in the first place. Finally Zack stops and begins to berate you in a more hostile manner.

“Get the fuck outta here! You ain’t cool and you ain’t no musician ya fuckin’ dick!” he says pushing you.
“Yeah well you aren’t either!” you imaginatively retort.

At this point Zack pushes you harder in the bass player’s amp where a bunch of half drunk beer cans were sitting on top of.

“My beer!” he shouts as you knock all of it over and land on the floor where the deadly combination of wetness and electricity mix and electrocutes you in a spectacular fashion.

The band naturally just looks on in awe while you fry to death.

“Damn, that would’ve been cool if we were playing at a party!”
“Yeah, but now my amp is fucking trashed! Shit!”
“Well, just save your money for a new amp instead of using it to pay for fifteen minutes with Zack’s mom.”
“Goddamn it I told you to stop talking about my mom!”

The moral of the story?

If you aren’t “cool” to begin with, joining a rock band isn’t going to suddenly transform you to be cool. Fumbling around trying to be something you aren’t just gets you killed in freak accidents. If you’re a lame ass unhip square then excel at that. Sure you’ll live a boring humdrum life filled with equally boring people who think the “email joke of the day” is the most hilarious thing ever, but at least when you eventually blow your brains out it will be AFTER you went on a killing spree from the tedious existence, rather than the over done rock n’ roll suicide!

And now you know!


Well you don’t seem to have any other talent of any kind so being a musician might be the way to go.

You decide joining band in school is out though. You need to join a REAL band, if you want to be popular. You know there’s a group of guys that THINK they’re musicians, so lacking any better ideas you head to the garage where they play horribly in their spare time.

“Hey guys, I heard you need a fourth member for your band.” You shout over the noise they’re causing. The bald headed one with the sunglasses and guitar addresses you.

“What? Naw man, we’ve just decided to be a three piece and I’ll be singing all the songs. It’s a lot easier to keep track of that way.” He says as he drinks a can of beer.
“Is that beer?” you ask.
“Huh? Yeah, you ain’t never seen one before or something?”
“Don’t your parents care?”
“Shit no! Zack’s Mom is fuckin’ cool! She let’s us practice here and drink all the beer we like!” a rather hyper bass player exclaims.
“Yeah, and she’s like fuckin’ hot too! I’d seriously fuck the shit outta her!” the drummer adds.
“Hey fuck you Jake, I told you to stop talkin’ about my Mom!”

“Come on gimme a chance, I really want to be in the band!” you whine.
“Shit, this guy sounds like that stupid bitch a month ago that blew all of us when we told her that in order to see if she could sing well, she needed to exercise her throat and tongue.” The bass play says.
“Yeah, well we all know you’re a secret fag Ed, but we won’t be doing THAT. (Sigh) Ah fuck it, I don’t really like singing anyway, here’s our latest song lyrics let’s see what you can do.”

You’ve been given a chance to join something bigger than yourself! This is the biggest thing that’s ever occurred to you in your whole insignificant life!

Now you just have to figure out a way to NOT fuck it up, which may be difficult since now you’re all nervous to the point of being paralyzed. Good thing this isn’t sex, knowing you, you probably would’ve fucking fainted when the girl unfastened her bra.
> You drink a beer to give yourself "confidence"
Well if your mom’s any indication beer makes you do a whole bunch of shit you wouldn’t normally do, hell its main reason why you were even born.

You grab a beer and drink it.

“Hey motherfucker, you ain’t part of the band yet! You can’t just be grabbing the damn beer like that! You better know how to wail on that fuckin’ mic!” Zack warns.

Oddly even after only one beer you feel somewhat less nervous. You have no problem now screaming obscenities and nonsensical words into the microphone at the top of your lungs. After a few more songs (and a few more beers) you even start making up some words yourself and some minor theatrics. Zack and the rest are pleased with your display.

“Yeah, you might work out. We’re playing at a party this weekend, do some crazier shit and I think we’ll rock the fuckin’ house!”
“Will there be (hic!) beer?”
“Duh, of course it’s a party.”
“Cool.”

You stumble home in a buzzed state. You’d probably get in trouble, but your own parents are currently fucking their brains out while on the sauce themselves so you manage to sneak in and avoid any lecture. For the rest of the week you become more and more acquainted with the joys of alcohol, A LOT. As it turns out, you’re one of those people that can drink and drink and not pass out right away. Guess you have Mom and Dad’s genes to thank for that. They finally came through for you.

When you arrive to sing at the party, you immediately let the rest of the band members set up the equipment while you just drink in the meantime. By the time it’s ready to go on you’re already three sheets to the wind, and puke all over the place, but gosh darn it, that’s just part of the act! ALL the rock stars do it! At last you’re finally cool!

Rock stars tend to do a lot of drugs too; while at the party someone offers you a ton of unknown pills which you greedily swallow. Could be dangerous considering you don’t know what they are, you took a bunch of them AND you’ve been drinking…

Later in your now drugged up and drunken state you meet some skank. In fact she’s the school skank that everyone’s fucked in one way or another (Well except YOU of course) she was impressed by how you managed to vomit in tune with the “music”, in fact she’s so impressed by you, she takes you upstairs and fucks you eight ways from Sunday. Mind you this could also be dangerous considering you didn’t use any protection and this girl probably has a snatch as sanitary as an inbred hillbilly’s outhouse in the summer during a heat wave whose owner has chronic explosive diarrhea.

After your encounter with “Miss Friendly” you decide in your drunken state that you should probably go home, because it would be the responsible thing to do. (Nevermind the fact that you were supposed to do another set which you’ve completely forgotten about) So you get in your parent’s car that you “borrowed” and begin to drive home…

Okay you DO realize how dangerous that is right?

No of course not, you’re an indestructible “rock star”.

Anyway, you end up driving in the wrong direction and eventually drive into buttfuck farm country getting yourself totally lost. Speaking of buttfucking, you barely stop in time to notice a cow is in your way, at which point you get out of the car and…uh…for some odd reason, fucking that skank wasn’t enough for you…

The next day a farmer finds you passed out next to his poor defiled cow with your pants around your ankles and your dick covered in cow shit and jizz. After beating the hell out of you he takes you to the authorities.

To cut a long story shorter. You never live down the shame of fucking a cow in the ass and become the laughing stock of the town. You also get put in a mental institution where you become even more depressed when a perverse orderly molests you every night. Eventually you put yourself out of your misery by drinking bleach kept in the janitor’s closet.

The moral of the story?

Yeah, the rock life style is filled with alcoholism, drug abuse and irresponsible sex practices, but nobody tells you that it can lead to fucking a cow in the ass and cleaning product suicides.

Not so “cool” now is it, cow fucker?

And now you know!


You aren’t anybody unless you’re popular! Okay well it’s not entirely a bad thing to be social; it’s perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you’re going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.

You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.
> You join a gang! Gangstas get all the girls!
Yep, nothing cooler than being in a gang. Sellin drugs, bustin’ caps, smackin’ the hoes…

No wait; you’re a goddamn suburbanite, meaning the gangs in your “hood” are made up of a bunch of wannabe wiggers that learned everything about the “gangsta” lifestyle by watching rap videos. At best you’ll probably just be smoking pot, drinking beer and talkin’ a lot of shit. Still, it’s cooler than what you’re doing now.

You aren’t sure of how to go about this though. You know there are “gang members” in your school that you could approach, but maybe you’d have an easier time joining a gang where the people don’t actually know you.
> You join the gang in your school
You approach the leader of your school’s gang (Kaspa Killa and Da Ghosts) and tell him you want to join.

“Whatchu mean you want to join? This ain’t no place fo’ wack ass perpatrators! Just straight up hustlas! Know what I’m sayin mothafucka?” Kaspa says getting in your face.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, but I really want to show I’m down.” You retort trying not to show weakness.
“Oh really? Aight, we’ll see. Meet us at my house after school and we’ll see if you’re really down or not.”

After school, you head over to Kaspa’s house where he and the rest of the Ghosts are waiting for you in his backyard. They don’t look friendly either, in fact they look like they’re going to do you bodily harm.

“Aight bitch, let’s see if you can take a beat down!” Kaspa says as he advances on you with the rest.

Hey this is how it’s done. In order to join a gang you get beat in to show your fuckin’ heart. No time to punk out now. Time to take your beating and prove you’re down.

Kaspa takes the first swing at you and clocks you in the jaw causing you to fall to the ground. You spit out some blood and attempt to get up only to feel kicks to your side, stomach, and head. Any attempt to fight back is met with an increase in kicks and punches.

You think it’ll all be over soon, and you’re right in more ways than one…

One of the Ghosts gets so overzealous that he drops a very large rock on your head cracking it open. You’re barely in a state of consciousness as you begin to lose blood at a more rapid rate.

“Holy shit dude! What’d you do that for?!”
“I got carried away!”
“Oh fuck I think you killed him!”
“I did? Oh no! Oh shit! No! I don’t wanna go to jail!”
“Hey I didn’t have any part of this! YOU did it!”
“Shut up all of you! Nah, he’s still alive, but he’s probably gonna die…let’s throw him in the woods where nobody can find him and nobody say SHIT about this to anyone!” Kaspa orders.

The Ghosts take your now unconscious body and shove it in one of their cars and drive you to the woods. After finding a secluded spot they dump it and haul ass out of there. You never wake up and after a day, you die of your internal (and external) head trauma.

And even worse you’re eaten by a wandering hungry bear that has been down his luck in finding suitable nourishment, so your body isn’t even found which would’ve lead to an investigation.

The Ghosts however gain a little more confidence in their gang status since they have now officially killed someone.

The moral the story?

Getting beat up to join some stupid ass gang is one of the more idiotic concepts of the “lifestyle”. And it really doesn’t prove shit anymore considering you’re most likely going to be shooting at someone anyway. You were a damn fucktard for going along with it.

If you have to indulge in gang activity, don’t get beat in, offer to bust a cap in someone’s ass. It serves the same purpose as showing that you’re “down” and you don’t get your head kicked into mush in the process.

And now you know!


Yep, nothing cooler than being in a gang. Sellin drugs, bustin’ caps, smackin’ the hoes…

No wait; you’re a goddamn suburbanite, meaning the gangs in your “hood” are made up of a bunch of wannabe wiggers that learned everything about the “gangsta” lifestyle by watching rap videos. At best you’ll probably just be smoking pot, drinking beer and talkin’ a lot of shit. Still, it’s cooler than what you’re doing now.

You aren’t sure of how to go about this though. You know there are “gang members” in your school that you could approach, but maybe you’d have an easier time joining a gang where the people don’t actually know you.
> You join a different gang
You don’t think the guys in your school will accept you since they already now how lame you are, so you decide to join a different gang. You know of a bunch of mean looking guys who all hang out with each other a few miles from your house in a more remote area. You never really paid attention to what they’re all about, but they seem like they’re a gang, so you decide to check ‘em out.

You head over to the area where you see a bunch of vans and bikes parked outside a run down looking house. You hear partying going on and music, then as you get closer you hear the sound of a shotgun being racked.

“Alright, just turn around boy. Slowly.”
“Holy shit mister! I don’t want no trouble” you say turning around to see a fat man in overalls.
“Yeah? Well you just might be in a whole mess of it. Whatchu doin’ here sneakin’ around on private property? You a jew?”
“Uh, no…I just, well I passed by here once or twice before and I noticed you guys. And I was looking if I could join your gang.”
“Join our gang? Ha ha! Shit boy! We ain’t no gang!”
“Um, you’re not?”
“Hell naw! Only niggers and spics have gangs! We’re an organization dedicated to the purity of the white race!”
“Oh.”
“Hey, your blood’s pure isn’t it? I mean you ain’t got some mud race mixed with you do ya? You ain’t no faggot are ya?”
“Um no, and no.”
“Well hell, come on in and meet the rest of the folks! As long as you’re white yer all right!”

Not really sure of how to act, you go along with the big guy holding the shotgun. You meet lots of people, most of which have shaved heads and swastikas tattoos. There are a few women there, but everyone is definitely a white supremacist.

Oddly they’re also all friendly with you. In fact you think this is the only time you’ve ever been treated okay by a large group of people. One of them tells you that he thinks you just feel alienated because as a white person you’ve been fed evil Jewish propaganda to feel ashamed of yourself, but they say when the revolution comes, good white people will be able to take the country back like God intended.

Again, you’re not sure what to make of all this, but you’re so glad for acceptance that you agree to listen to more Nazi philosophy.

A few months go by you’re pretty much a believer, as the head of the local American Nazi Party chapter Daniel Count manages to weave half truths, misinformation and outright lies into your willing little head which is now twisted completely into believing things like Hitler being the true messiah for the white race.

You end up getting expelled from school when you openly say that the Holocaust didn’t happen and that the Jew is using the black man as muscle to keep the white man down. Naturally your parents, as fucked up as they are, don’t approve of this sort of behavior and try to put you into therapy, but you call them race traitors and run away from home to your new skinhead buddies who embrace you with open arms where you have a great time with all of them.

Finally you’ve found a place that accepts you.

Unfortunately for you, this skinhead hangout has been under FBI watch for months and one day they have enough evidence to finally bust the lot of them for owning and trading illegal weapons mostly of military ordinance. You happen to be there when the shit goes down.

The FBI storm the compound which results in a violent shootout. You join in to help your fellows, but are shot in the back by an undercover FBI agent before you even get a chance to kill any of the evil Zionists.

Well they might've "Saved Hitler's Brain" but nothing is saving your dead ass.

The moral of the story?

You joined a bunch of fuckin’ Nazis, ya dumb shit; what the fuck did you think was going to happen?

Even if you’re not into the whole liberal PC shit, you should’ve remembered at least one thing…

Being a racist typically limits your pussy seeking options down to only white women (and usually only ugly white women at that) and as a hetero male, you want to ALWAYS leave those options as open as possible, not limit them.

Anyway, the Nazis LOST the goddamn war, meaning you basically sided with losers; hence you were a loser, and got yourself killed ya racist fucktard!

Where’s your Hitler now? Nyaah!

And now you know!


You aren’t anybody unless you’re popular! Okay well it’s not entirely a bad thing to be social; it’s perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you’re going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.

You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.
> You join a gaming group! Geeks get all the girls...um no wait...
Well at least you’re embracing the fact that you’re an uncool geek, it’s good to be true to yourself!

Of course you realize you won’t be anymore popular than you are right now, in fact you’ll possibly be even LESS popular, but again at least you’ll be with liked minded folks such as yourself. Also, your chances of ever getting to even TOUCH a girl have probably decreased dramatically, but still at least you’ll have a hobby to keep yourself occupied on those dateless nights you’ll be in store for.

However all gaming groups aren’t created equal, are you actually going to be playing games with other people in person, OR are you just going retreat into the internet world and join an online game?
> You well, you SHOULD have some sort of human contact...
You already have tons of D&D books and shit, time to actually put all that knowledge into practice.

On your lunch break at school you head over to the table where you see a bunch of sickly pale people playing with some figures. Unsurprisingly, there are lots of empty seats around this little group of social rejects. When you approach they look in your direction nervously like a bunch of ferrets getting ready to flee from a giant predator.

“Uh hey guys, can I play?” you ask.

At first they look suspicious, but then they seem so overjoyed that somebody new is actually speaking to them that they excitedly tell you to pull up a chair. The “head geek” tells you his name is Richard and starts speaking about how you should come over to his house where you can get your character properly started, after which you and the rest can start a whole new campaign!

At last, you’ve found your niche!

Later that day after school, you head over to Richard’s house excited about the fact that you actually have people to hang out with now. When you get to his house, he answers the door in a red robe; the others you met at school appear behind him dressed the same way.

“Welcome, new acolyte are you ready to take a journey to the next dimension?” he asks.
“Um, sure I guess. Why are you all dressed like that?”
“Because, in order to embark on our new adventure we must BECOME our characters and you will too, here take this robe and feel the power it will surely give you!”

You take the red robe and put it on, but you don’t feel any different. You didn’t realize that this group was into live action role playing, but still you’re up for it. At least you’re no longer by yourself. Richard then motions you inside where upon you see his whole house is decked out in occult shit and candles lit everywhere which raises some questions.

“Wow, your parents let you set up the house like this?”
“My Mom allows me to, because she is…THE HIGH PRIESTESS OF THE RED MOON! NOW BASK IN HER GLORY AND MAKE NO NOISE UNLESS SHE COMMANDS IT!”

Suddenly a woman dressed in a tight skimpy leather outfit comes down the stairs, she holds large staff in her hand. She brushes her long black hair aside and addresses you all.

“I see that you all are prepared for tonight’s adventure. Good, because it will be one you won’t forget…don’t think I will go easy on you because you’re my son Richard!”
“Of course not M…I mean High Priestess!”
“Yes…that is the proper way to address me…mmmm.”

Richard’s Mom begins to passionately kiss him on the lips, which is really freaking you out at this point, but you don’t know what to make of all it exactly, maybe its all just part of the game and you want to be a team player so you don’t say anything. Just then she notices you.

“Ah you are the NEW disciple, Richard told me about.”

Suddenly Richard’s Mom grabs your balls and squeezes causing you to almost yell in pain, before she puts her other hand over your mouth.

“Don’t you dare scream! Don’t you DARE make a sound before your High Priestess unless I tell you to! Those are the rules! I demand silence from you, if you are to receive my gift and blessing…”

Again you comply as Richard’s Mom ceases squeezes your balls and begins stroking them instead along with your cock until it gets hard, then she gets on her knees and lifts your robe up to finish you off properly.

You can’t believe what’s going on; you never thought joining a gaming group would lead to you getting blown by a sexy MILF, granted this whole set up is really fucking weird, but at this point you don’t care! When you cum in her mouth you unleash a moan of ecstasy.

Way to go dipshit, you just broke the rules.

Richard’s Mom suddenly gets off her knees and spits your seamen right into your eyes, blinding you and then she kicks you to the floor.

“I TOLD YOU SILENCE! You broke the rules and now your character must pay the ultimate price!”

While you attempt to wipe your eyes, you are grabbed by Richard and the rest of the group. You attempt to struggle, but they seem to be stronger than you thought and after a couple of hits to the head by Richard’s Mom’s staff, you’re even less likely to fight back.

Soon you are taken into a dark room with an altar where your are placed on top of, and Richard’s Mom makes a few nonsensical chants before plunging a dagger into your chest and sacrifices you to the Red Moon gods.

Afterwards, they all have an orgy in your blood and gain one level. You on the other hand are dead, and will be unable to start a new character.

The moral of the story?

For fuck’s sake, sure you were desperate for friends, but it doesn’t matter how damn starved for socialization you are, when you see a bunch of fuckers dressed in robes looking like B-movie Satanists and one of them is making out with his own goddamn Mom, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE NOW. You should’ve gotten out of there as soon as you realized they were LARPers. Only fucking weird ass people get into that shit anyway.

Either that or follow the fucking rules next time.

And now you know!


Well at least you’re embracing the fact that you’re an uncool geek, it’s good to be true to yourself!

Of course you realize you won’t be anymore popular than you are right now, in fact you’ll possibly be even LESS popular, but again at least you’ll be with liked minded folks such as yourself. Also, your chances of ever getting to even TOUCH a girl have probably decreased dramatically, but still at least you’ll have a hobby to keep yourself occupied on those dateless nights you’ll be in store for.

However all gaming groups aren’t created equal, are you actually going to be playing games with other people in person, OR are you just going retreat into the internet world and join an online game?
> You uh...maybe you should practice your social skills online, before you move on to real people...
Still being socially inept, you decide to join one of the many online gaming groups. You figure if you fuck up in making friends, you can just change your name and pose as someone new. Ah yes the joys of animosity on the internet!

First you go out and buy the most popular online game right now to install it on your computer and within just a few minutes you’re in a whole new virtual world! You create a basic character and set off eager to make online friends who you can play with at any time!

After taking you elf character D’annt Felspy through the starting town, you find out that folks aren’t too friendly with you at all. You keep getting the taunts of “U STOOPID NOOB” and “U SUXXOR LOL!” It’s all very disheartening.

However all is not lost, eventually you find some people that invite you into their clan called the “New Adventuring Mighty Brave Leaders Alliance” which you find to be an odd name, but they seem very friendly towards you so you agree to join. They say they like to recruit young newbies like yourself because they all know what its like to be persecuted for simply being who they are.

At last you think you’ve found some friends here and as luck would have it many of the members of the New Adventuring Mighty Brave Leaders Alliance seem to be chicks, and many of them seem to be flirtatious with you! You might be a big loser with the ladies in real life, but online you’re cat nip! You’re already getting two chicks, one named Jamie and another called Kelly asking you to send a picture of yourself to them, but you don’t have a scanner, so you say you’ll have to do that later.

In the meantime you also want to play the game a bit more, which is cool in itself. Thanks to your lack of a real social life you have tons of time to play the game and you begin to level your elf up very quickly. Pretty soon your character is very powerful in fact one of the MOST powerful and you’re getting a lot of respect not just from your clan, but from other players as well. When you reach level fifty, Kelly says she wants to have “teh syber secks” with you. Of course being the horny virgin you are, you jump at the chance. Your characters go into you own private castle that you acquired when you defeated the blue assed giant dragon of vomitious destruction and you proceed to type misspelled swear words to each other while masturbating with your free hand. You and Kelly do this a lot. She says she really wants to meet you in person soon. You never thought that this could ever happen. You’re popular, you’ve got friends, you’ve got power and you’ve got a girlfriend. Yeah, it’s the virtual world, but you’ll take it because you are GOD here!

Sadly the big crash comes to end it all, literally.

While playing the game one day, a freak power surge fries your computer while you’re in the middle of playing! After panicking a bit, you manage to get your computer working and rebooted again. You hastily go online to check your character to see what equipment you lost since it was awhile since you saved, but unfortunately you didn’t just lose your equipment you lost your entire character. Your elf is GONE. You are devastated by this loss. Your fellow clan members sympathize with you, and say they still like you and will accept you no matter what new character you play. Kelly says she still wants to meet you in person so that she can better help you through your loss, but none of it comforts you. You identified so much with your character that you actually began to believe you WERE him and now he’s dead and you feel like you should be too.

With this last morbid thought in your mind you end up hanging yourself over your loss.

Or as they say on teh internet:

GAME OVER BITCH! LOL!

The moral of the story?

GET OFF THE FUCKING INTERNET AND STOP TAKING SHIT ON IT SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY! It’s the goddamn virtual world for fuck’s sake.

And by the way, you were “virtually fucking” a fat forty year old pedophile, not some hot chick. Shit, 90% of the “chicks” online are really guys anyway. That’s another lesson you probably should’ve learned, you cyber fag.

And now you know!


You are a typical male teen…well maybe not entirely typical. In your current state you aren’t very popular in school. Sometimes you feel left out of things, particularly social gatherings involving girls. Maybe being popular would makes things easier and make you happier, but then you also wonder if you even belong here, as you have a hard time relating to people sometimes.

Well, what are YOU going to do about it?
> You mope about it, but don't actually do anything because that might take some effort
Oh you’re so complex and nobody understands you. Or more likely nobody even cares.

In any case you become withdrawn and start dressing in black constantly. You stay in your room a lot with the shades drawn and the lights low and don’t move too much.

Once a day your mother dusts you and leaves some food and drink by your bed.
Once a week your father takes your pulse to make sure you’re actually still alive.

In school you’re a little more active, (Well you DO still have to walk to class) but not much. You’re about as popular as you were before, but now you have the added bonus of being known as that “creepy guy”. Folks sometimes whisper things about you, most of them quite amusing to people other than yourself. Oddly you aren’t physically bullied, but that might be due to you being known as the creepy guy. (Because we ALL know the creepy guy is the one most likely to come to school and massacre everyone)
> You play up your new image because now you finally have some attention!
Ah ha, so you weren’t really depressed after all, you were just looking for attention! Way to be a manipulative little bastard. Still, whatever works right?

In playing up to your new image you begin to say really creepy shit….

You go up to a group of jocks and ask them if they ever worry about someone putting poison in their water bottles.
You tell a teacher you couldn’t complete your assignment on time because you’ve been having ongoing wet dreams about your Mom.
You go up to a group of girls and tell them that their hair smells so pretty and how you would like to cut off some of it to hang from your bedroom ceiling.

And similar macabre stuff. You of course think all of this is incredibly funny and think yourself as being incredibly clever for coming up with this “amazing” plan for attention.

You completely succeed in your endeavor and have increased your infamy tenfold. Of course now you aren’t just the “creepy guy” you’re now the “scary ticking time bomb” People are genuinely getting afraid of you, of course there’s ALWAYS that element that thinks it’s “cool”.

As a result you start attracting like minded individuals… well not quite. Mainly because the difference between you and them is that you’re just faking for the most part, while these miscreants are genuinely fucked up in the head. Still they’re the closest thing you have to friends so you hang out with them.

All of you tend to hang out and talk about all the people you don’t like and all the minor slights you’ve perceived (Real or imagined) A lot of them start talking about how they wish they could “punish” all their “enemies”. Soon these talks begin to increase as you all play more violent video games, listen to heavy metal music and watch horror movies; all which are undoubtedly pushing you all in a more aggressive nature. Then one of your new trench coat buddies, Anthony, finally gets the motivation. He mentions how his Dad has a bunch of rifles and pistols. He then mentions how you ALL should start planning to carry out your revenge by next month.

What started out as a cry for attention for you has developed into something else entirely. Part of you does flirt with this idea though. You mean there are a lot of people you don’t really like at school…
> You go ahead with the plan
Yeah! You’re going to teach all those assholes a lesson! You know how much they all talk about you behind your back! Well that’s going to stop soon! Forever!

You and your crew of outcast sociopaths begin your plan. You map out the entire school and where the exit points are, the best time of day to start, the most populated areas, etc.

The DAY soon arrives and you go over to Anthony’s house instead of going to school that morning. The gang’s all there ready to creative major mayhem, and you’re ready to join them. As you take the sub-machine gun, you’re wondering where Anthony’s parents are.

“They’re lying upstairs in bed with their heads blown off, where do you think?” he remarks.

You all pile into the car with enough weaponry and ammo to take out a small army and drive to the school. You ain’t going out like those Columbine losers. You got shit more planned out than they did. You definitely have plans to escape afterwards. You can live on the run, and when you get to Mexico, you’ll be home free!

Of course all your “grand plans” go to shit when you actually get there. Not that you really had things as organized like you delusionally believed anyway.

First of all, one your buddies is so hot on killing people, he starts blasting folks as soon as he gets out of the car, meaning he ruins your advantage and now you have to go around trying to chase people down to kill them. Most of the people you REALLY wanted to kill escape and you have to settle for innocents…well nobody’s innocent in your deranged eyes, but they didn’t actually do anything to you, so some of the joy is lost.

Second of all, your other buddy who thought he was a bomb expert must’ve read the instructions wrong on the “Freedom Fighters against Zionism” website he was studying. The moment he attempts to light up one of these home made bombs he blows up his fucking arm and half of his face. He doesn’t even have time to scream out in pain before his half fried body hits the ground in a bloody mess. Still it was pretty cool though!

Finally it’s just you and Anthony mowing down some of the Special Ed kids since they were too idiotic to escape in time and just panicked by running around in a circle. By this time the police have arrived and killed all your other friends, and you end up killing Anthony since you figure anyone who would kill retards is not to be trusted.

You briefly entertain the idea of killing yourself, since it’s a pretty hopeless situation you’re in. But you remember a scene from a movie where the guy shot it out with the cops and took out a shitload of them before he died and how cool that was, so you decide to do that instead.

The moment you come out of the school, a SWAT member snipes you in the head from a nearby building.

The moral of the story?

Yeah, being creepy and talking like a psychopath can be fun, but when you start believing your own hype you’re just being a fucktard. Seriously, what were you going to gain from killing a bunch of worthless jocks and cheerleaders? Life on the run? Being a gay porno star in Mexico to help support yourself? Yeah right, you can’t even sleep without a nightlight on! You couldn’t even do the mass killing right anyway, since you missed most of your primary targets. They’ll all go on with their lives and probably make money from the ordeal due to exploiting public sympathies and you’ll be worm food.

But you REALLY showed them all didn’t you?

And now you know!


Ah ha, so you weren’t really depressed after all, you were just looking for attention! Way to be a manipulative little bastard. Still, whatever works right?

In playing up to your new image you begin to say really creepy shit….

You go up to a group of jocks and ask them if they ever worry about someone putting poison in their water bottles.
You tell a teacher you couldn’t complete your assignment on time because you’ve been having ongoing wet dreams about your Mom.
You go up to a group of girls and tell them that their hair smells so pretty and how you would like to cut off some of it to hang from your bedroom ceiling.

And similar macabre stuff. You of course think all of this is incredibly funny and think yourself as being incredibly clever for coming up with this “amazing” plan for attention.

You completely succeed in your endeavor and have increased your infamy tenfold. Of course now you aren’t just the “creepy guy” you’re now the “scary ticking time bomb” People are genuinely getting afraid of you, of course there’s ALWAYS that element that thinks it’s “cool”.

As a result you start attracting like minded individuals… well not quite. Mainly because the difference between you and them is that you’re just faking for the most part, while these miscreants are genuinely fucked up in the head. Still they’re the closest thing you have to friends so you hang out with them.

All of you tend to hang out and talk about all the people you don’t like and all the minor slights you’ve perceived (Real or imagined) A lot of them start talking about how they wish they could “punish” all their “enemies”. Soon these talks begin to increase as you all play more violent video games, listen to heavy metal music and watch horror movies; all which are undoubtedly pushing you all in a more aggressive nature. Then one of your new trench coat buddies, Anthony, finally gets the motivation. He mentions how his Dad has a bunch of rifles and pistols. He then mentions how you ALL should start planning to carry out your revenge by next month.

What started out as a cry for attention for you has developed into something else entirely. Part of you does flirt with this idea though. You mean there are a lot of people you don’t really like at school…
> You rat them out to the principal
Fuck this! You’re just faking this shit; you don’t really have the balls to actually kill anyone!

You decide to play along with your friends and claim that you’re with the plan, but rat on them out to the principal later.

Sadly things don’t really go as planned for you double crossing ass! The stupid ass clueless principal doesn’t entirely buy your story and thinks you’re just trying to play some sort of sick joke, in fact he thinks YOU’RE the problem and punishes you by calling up your parents and telling them he’s sending you home and that they need to put you in counseling and how they’re lucky that he’s not pressing criminal charges.

You get the riot act from your parents, who don’t want to hear your shit either. They make you get rid of all your black clothing, video games, horror movies, and the like. You spend the next week having to listen to some hippy dippy psychologist who keeps saying you’re in denial about your feelings.

The biggest fuck up about this is everyone eventually found out about this in school. Your trench coat buddies were not amused that you nearly ruined their plan, so the “day of their revenge” they make a quick trip to your house first…

Your Dad was blasted on his way to his car and then Mom met the same fate when she went out to check the noise. You’re shot several times in the limbs after you were pulled out from hiding under your bed. Your former friends laugh at you as you beg for your pathetic life before they land the killing shot.

The moral of the story?

Don’t be a fucking rat. Seriously, nobody respects a goddamn rat and look what it got you: dead. Seriously you were the fucktard that insisted on acting like a psychopath for attention, so you only had yourself to blame when you attracted people like that. If you really wanted to avoid trouble you could’ve just played along and then on the “day of revenge” you could’ve disappeared and hid out somewhere until it was all over. Your trench coat buddies would’ve probably thought you just wussed out (Which they’d be right) and they’d go shoot up the school anyway.

People still would’ve died and you wouldn’t have gotten killed. A win-win situation really.

And now you know!