[hr][hr][center][h1][color=F2D7E7]Whitney Carlyle[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/buW5rKztYqEdG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=F2D7E7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Home -> Community Center[/center][hr][hr]

Whitney woke up to a harsh dream. In the dream, she was at school. This wasn't your typical dream of her in her underwear or anything like that. She was alone in the hallway. She walked down it. Nothing appeared out of ordinary. There was an eery silence. Even during low hours, the school was never THIS quiet.

She heard footsteps and turned around. There stood Lucy. She looked the same as ever. Pretty, thin. She smiled. She didn't speak. She didn't have to. Before she could, blood started pouring out of her eyes. Her mouth. Whitney screamed before she woke up.

She didn't much care for Lucy and she hated admitting that. She considered herself a nice person, but you just didn't like everyone you meet. Lucy ran with the popular crowd and while she had been part of that clique before, she wasn't now. Part of that was due to her father but there was also Ryan.

Ryan was the school's dream boy. A good athlete (quarterback and already getting college scouts), did well in his classes (High Bs with the occasional A), and was from a well-to-do family.

Then why was he such an ass?

At the start of their relationship, he was sweet and caring. He doted on her and they were the talk of the school. Due to his influence, she hung out with all the populars, Lucy and Scarlett included.

Ugh Scarlett, that was a beast of another nature.

Months later, Ryan changed. It wasn't drastic, but it was noticeable. First, he would call and ask where she was at any given hour. If she didn't respond he would keep calling her home phone, bothering her mother. He then accused her of dating other guys and when she told him she wasn't, he would say he believed her, but he would stalk her.

Then it got violent.

He never hit her. She could say that much. However, abuse wasn't always physical. He tormented her. Called her names, spread rumors, all so other guys wouldn't so much as look at her. That was how he saw it. If no other guy wanted her, he could have her all to himself.

She didn't want that. She dealt with it before with her father, she would be damned if she went through the same hell her mother went through. She tried to break it off, but he wasn't giving. He told her he would make her life hell. Said he had proof she was a slut and he would spread it to the city. Then he did the unthinkable.

He insulted her mother.

It was meant to jab her, but it struck hard. She struck back harder. She never slapped anyone before, but she couldn't stop it. He called her mother names before, but to insinuate it was all her fault her father left her because she....

She didn't even want to think it.

She ended it there. Told Ryan to do his damndest. To his credit, he didn't do anything, but she could hear the snickers of laughter as she walked through the halls. The populars wanted nothing to do with her. She had very little friends so she had to start over. She eventually made a few friends, but for the most part, she dealt with things alone.

And now Lucy was dead. And she had to go to the community center to hear about it. She packed up a few essentials, checked herself in the mirror, and made her way there.