𝟏𝟒 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄,, (a prompt list lifted from the novel/book with the same name, by vincent ralph, triggers for murder, grief, blood, injuries and general horror will be present. change pronouns as you see fit)
these aren’t memories. they are stains. i couldn’t forget them if i wanted to
the biggest moment of the show happened when no one was watching.
most of our defining moments take place when no one’s paying attention.
i want to say it will be okay, but i hate it when people tell me that.
sad people see through lies.
you can only trick happy people with bullshit.
i don’t care if i cry.
why would he/she/they lie?
you have to murder at least three people to be called serial killer.
can you explain this?
i understand this is difficult.
there are somethings we need to discuss.
there are clues out there, somebody knows something.
we’ve never seen it but it exists.
he’s/she’s/their still killing and he/she/they won’t stop unless something changes.
this is our story and we need to try.
i could stop but i’m done stopping.
i became an expert in the one thing i truly hated.
you’re probably really stoked to meet the others.
how can you be sure?
i know how you feel.
pull yourself together.
you can’t be serious.
i thought you hated vloggers.
what if i don’t want to be involved?
i’m doing this for you.
i’ve waited so long for them to catch him and they haven’t.
i don’t think they ever will…
i’m terrified of feeling this way for a lifetime.
if we made him/her/them, maybe we can destroy him/her/them too.
what if this doesn’t work?
but if i remember too much, everything fractures.
i need to stay strong.
do you think he/she/they was watching?
do you have a mother? do you love her?
it’s the darkness outside. that’s when your nightmares come alive.
do you like the name we gave you?
it sounds harmless… unless you know the truth…
i’m not afraid to say his/their/her name.
why did you do it? why her/him/them?
i hate you. i’ve never met you but i fucking hate you.
no one can figure it out.
there is something i’d like you to do.
i think i’m safe but that’s the first mistake. because you never really are.
who sent this?
they have my number. it must be someone i know.
you’d better come. you’re not leaving me on my own.
if i want to find out if it’s really him/her/them, i have to do it myself.
i’ll show you how pathetic i am.
it’s a spiritual place, right? it’s a quiet place?
what do you think of this place?
i don’t think you need to do that here.
fuck that. tell me everything.
i shouldn’t of said anything.
i didn’t mean to scare you… i just… i wanted it to end.
i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.
i can’t remember the last time i was happy.
they keep asking why i did it.
i think it’s him/her/them. don’t ask me how. i just feel it.
this is a weapon of mass destruction.
is it really that bad?
i didn’t want him/her/them to kill again.
do you think this is my fault?
they are right to point the finger at me.
we’re in this together.
sometimes i wonder if this is real, if we really did catch him/her/them.
i want to help people.
it’s happened again.
it’s not about me.
i get used to the noises night makes.
are you scared of coming for me?
you know where i live. you know where i am right now. what are you waiting for?
i do know i don’t want anyone else to die.
i don’t know what to do. i’m losing myself.
i had a plan. but i don’t know what’s important anymore.
i didn’t think it through and i’m so sorry for that.
if you ever need to talk, you obviously know where i am.
what’s the point of a secret phone if you never answer it?
call me when you can.
don’t think i won’t show the police.
where did you get that?
with your help, we can catch him/her/them.
look, i totally understand if you don’t want to.
you probably didn’t expect to hear from me so soon.
i hope this part of the plan goes better than the last.
have you shown anyone else?
we’re coming for you.
i hope we made a difference.
was it strange having them at your house?
i have to go to therapy now.
i have to talk about what happened.
remember that sleepover, with the pillow fort?
i know what grief feels like. i know how dark it gets when there’s no way past it.
what are you thinking about?
i’m probably being stupid.
it’s just me and you.
i’d rather hear what you have to say.
i love you but i’m not getting expelled for you.
did you do it?
okay, i have a theory.
how can you accuse him/her/them?
have you forgotten what happened?
i still think your focusing on the wrong person.
i need you to follow someone.
i need your help.
i need to be smart about it.
what? i’m hungry.
i didn’t expect you to be so…
it’s what i’ve always wanted to do.
there’s a job out there for me and i think i can make a difference.
you’ll be good at that. you’re so brave.
i don’t know what you’re talking about.
i think you know something about him/her/them.
she/he/they know something. but she’s/he’s/their too afraid to say what it is.
was i ill that day? did something important happen?
i barely remember anything.
it was taken the day [name] was killed.
this isn’t a good idea.
are you sure about this?
that’s why i have to be right.
holy fuck!
everything feels worse than before.
it’s going to get harder before it gets easier.
i wasn’t scared.
have you heard?
we did catch him but not before he killed again.
i think my tears have run dry.
i was so proud of that picture.
but i always thought i would know the moment i saw him.
fuck off!
will you tell me why?
i’m not as brave as you think i am.
i imagine every murder is perfectly planned.
it’s time to end this.
if you scream, i’ll kill him/her/them.
he/she/they aren’t going to kill us here.
it’s hard to plan when you have no idea what’s going to happen.
we need to do something.
there’s no way this bastard is going to kill me.
there is no way he is going to win.
i pray that we’ll figure out a way to stay alive.
are you impressed?
i don’t know where they all are.
i like your shirt, do you like mine?
you thought you could catch me. but i’m always one step ahead.
did you really think i would come?
i kill when i want to. you don’t choose. i do.
i will run if i have the tiniest chance.
i could run now but i need to know.
you weren’t a monster. you were one fucking neighbor.
i killed her/him/them because i had to.
she/he/they saw. i had no choice.
it seems right that we end it here.
what did you mean when you said this worked last time?
you’d killed before.
i felt nothing and there was so much blood.
that’s how they’ll remember you.
you have no idea.
it doesn’t matter now.
i’m happy that he will never kill again.
i’m happy that somehow this ridiculous idea of mine worked.
we all have our reasons… for everything we do.
i’d turn my headphones up so much it hurt my ears.
i’m going because i don’t have an excuse not to anymore.
have you asked him/her/them yet?
my life is not a love story.
i don’t know. something will come up.
we grew up together. we were friends.
that is a curse of the grieving: to feel ashamed of our brief moments of happiness.
i’m not afraid to move.
so what are you going to do with it?
you can’t beat me.
we should come here more often.
now i hope he has nightmares about mine.
would they have realized, or would they have thrown it away without a second look?
we need to figure out how to escape before he figures out how to kill us.
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