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Revenge of a Dead Girl

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"Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean it's over."

Kim is confident, reserved, and entirely dedicated to her studies in school. But her tough demeanor shattered when the corpse of her best friend was found inside the school that everyone believed is a suicide. Working alongside no one but herself, she tries to expose the true reason behind her tragic death but as soon as she started to connect the dots, brutal murders began to take place...

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_______ "Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean it's over." _______ The sky turned dark as ominous clouds coated the world in darkness, threatening to send another wave of a disastrous storm that rendered everyone in this small town immobile. The temperature inside wasn’t different from the harsh outdoors, frigid cold loomed through the hallways and the sound of violent wind and rain slamming against the tightly bolted windows were all one could hear. Unfortunately, none of them wouldn’t be able to hear how chaotic the storm outside is if they were already a pile of corpse stacked against each other. It wasn’t that long before our school began to manifest a timeless cycle of death. Out of nowhere, people began to die and we who were left alive fought to escape but escaping this place was something she would never allow. The whole place was bathed in darkness and the air was choked with the putrid smell of something I can only describe as rotting roadkill. Many of us died in the process of trying to leave, killed in the most brutal way a person could possibly imagine at the hands of someone who I never thought would be capable of doing such horrible things. I was limping aimlessly in one of the many corpse-filled corridors in this school, disregarding the rotting bodies scattered carelessly around, all the while gagging as I step on them since they are practically everywhere. I placed my hand against the wall to help me with my weight and I instantly felt the thick sensation of blood splatters on it from the tips my shivering fingers, but this is not the time to be disgusted considering that I am also covered in my own blood streaming from the wound on the back of my head. The mere thought of death surprisingly became normal since this murder spree started. One by one, I watch my friends die horribly in front of me, and again she would let me run away only to see another set of students bleed to death, and just like she would always do, she wouldn’t touch me and would let me escape. From constantly experiencing the same pattern, I came to realize what she was doing to me. She’s purposely letting me witness how everyone dies, to torment my mind, to burn the images of my friend’s terrified faces in my head, and to remember how they violently screamed for help but all I ever did was run away. Even from before, I always run away every time someone asked for help, feigning ignorance of their desperate pleas and even laughing at their demise. This made me wonder if only I listened to what she was saying before, if only I helped her instead of ignoring her constant cries, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened, everyone should have been alive. As this painful realization dawned on me, a sudden rush of emotions filled me, stopping me from my tracks and overwhelming me as nothing has done before. I finally knew what she had felt as she was asking for help, when she was trying to change things, when she only wanted was a peaceful life but we just had to ruin it, and now we're repenting for our sins. I slowly dropped to my knees, tears flowing down my face as I felt guilt hit me like a sack of bricks even though I know that it was already too late since death is bound to come for me soon. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I quietly sobbed to myself, covering my mouth that formed a muffled voice. I cried helplessly, finding comfort by hugging myself that only made my body feel another excruciating pain from the awful state I am in since I was endlessly trying to escape this horrible place. The cuts and wounds I got are still bleeding, it gives off a stinging feel after every move I make. I mustered up enough courage to look down on my hands, a flash of brief lightning flashed outside the building that gave me a few seconds to see the absence of all my fingernails, it was pulled off, by her of course, leaving disgusting and mutilated fingers. "It was not my intention to hurt her…" My mouth moved on its own accord as I contemplate how awful my condition is, but this didn't even reach half of what she went through before her miserable death. "It's all my fault," "So you finally realized it, huh." Along with the sound of roaring thunderclaps outside, came her soft voice that echoed just right in front of me. I didn't hear any footsteps at all, as if she suddenly appeared out of thin air and possibly waiting for me to admit that it was indeed my fault. However, now that she knows that I realized my mistake, she would most likely end my life here and wouldn’t let me run away to another direction anymore. Gulping down the lump forming in my throat, I slowly and cautiously lifted my head up to face her even though I was struggling to even open my blurry eyes. I kept my other hand pressed against the wall while the other is covering my shuddering mouth. I looked at her to see how soaked in blood her school uniform was, the blood of all the people she had mercilessly killed. Seeing her bloody uniform wasn’t the one that scared me, the thing that frightened me the most was her eyes. Her eyes were filled with extreme loathing and hatred as she stared back into mine to the point that I swore I just saw the entrance of hell just by looking. One glance from her was all it took to send me groveling in fear on the bloodied floor but not enough to break eye contact with her as I fear that the moment I look away then she would instantly slice my neck. After a long pause, she continued towards me. At this very moment, my ears drowned out the violent sound of the storm from outside and were replaced with the sound of my erratic heartbeats and her slow footsteps. Everything was in a slow-motion, perhaps my mind’s attempt in making me reminisce about my life before I get brutally murdered. When she was just merely a foot away, she swiftly grasped my already painful neck in one of her icy hands, effortlessly lifting me from my feet into the air. A rush of fear suddenly engulfed me now that I am faced to face with her, adrenaline rushing through my veins as I weakly struck her arms, trying to fight back but failed miserably. She dug her cold fingers further into my flesh as if all the injuries she had caused me wasn’t enough, blood gushed out from my neck and slowly streamed down on her arm. I then grabbed her arm and felt it shaking but I know it is not because of pity or fear but because of her uncontrollable rage as she watched me fight for the little hope I have left in living. Gradually, my vision darkened, and my lungs burned for the oxygen I so desperately needed. My arms fell to my sides as the world continues to fade and was replaced with absolute darkness. At this point, I couldn't feel anything anymore. The burning sensation I felt earlier was gone. The heat that burned my lungs as I gasped for air was gone. The fear and the adrenaline that coursed through my veins were gone. "Go and wait for me in hell, I'll come following behind you." She violently threw my body and slammed me against a wall, as if I was nothing more than just a limp rag doll. "And when I get there," She added as she turned and began to walk away, stepping on the dead bodies as if they were nothing more but grass. "I'm going to kill you again."

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