Gypsy sighed contently as she walked hand-in-hand with her friends through the bustling halls of Meadowbrook High School. The last bell had rung, marking the end of another mundane day of classes, and the weekend was finally upon them. They chatted happily, oblivious to the storm that was brewing just around the corner.
As they approached the locker area, Gypsy heart skipped a beat. Her boyfriend, Jake, stood there, engrossed in an intimate conversation with Becky, one of the popular girls. Gypsy grip on her friends' hands tightened, and with each step closer, her dread grew.
She hesitated for a moment, not willing to believe her eyes. But there was no denying the truth. Jake's hand rested on Becky's waist, their faces so close that their lips were almost touching. A shattering pain tore through Emma's heart as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the betrayal unfolding before her.
Her friends sensed her distress and exchanged sympathetic glances. Without a word, they gently tugged at her arm, urging her to leave the painful scene behind. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anguish, anger, and disbelief clashed within her, threatening to consume her completely.
Finally relenting, She turned away from the painful sight and followed her friends out of the school. The air outside felt suffocating, as if it knew the weight of her broken heart. She couldn't bear to face the world, to face the reality of her shattered dreams.
Lost in her thoughts,Gypsy abruptly halted as she heard a desperate cry for help. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, searching for the source of the distress. There, a few meters away, was a young girl, standing precariously on the edge of a crumbling bridge. Fear etched across the child's face, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to the remnants of hope.
Without hesitation, a surge of courage swept through her. Her own pain momentarily forgotten, she raced towards the girl, calling out reassuring words. But as she reached out to save her, a chilling wind howled, causing the fragile bridge to collapse beneath them.
In an instant, their screams merged into the chaos of the crashing river below. Her world faded into darkness, her life extinguished in the pursuit of saving another.
And so Gypsy story began, not with the happiness she had hoped for, but with betrayal and tragedy. But little did she know that her death would be just the beginning of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would lead her to incredible discoveries, unforeseen alliances, and the strength to rise above the shadows that consumed her.
".... She could have died!" a voice shriek causing Gypsy eyes to flutter. "No shit Sherlock" a monotone voice resounding.
Gypsy let out a puff of breath trying to air smack what ever was breathing down on her. "zhut upp." she replied annoyed. Someone dare to disturb her sleep. "Aww she's soo cute." some one coo "Aww gee" suddenly the chilling feel of cold water was thrown on her.
"What the fuck!" she jolt up shocked.
"shh don't say that the man upstairs will spite you." a glitching terrified persona with demon horns and a mencing smile leer at her.
Gypsy when into a mini heart attack fainting again.
"I always wanted to do that." the AI return to its original form"
The other person sigh willing for the victim of wake up.