6:12 a.m. Tuesday, November 10th.
Sophie woke up and went down for coffee. She picked up her phone and the colour quickly drained from her face. An icy wave embalmed her back as the hairs rose on the back of her neck and her mouth ran dry. She could no longer control her hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of her stomach. She felt as if something had walked through her, leaving her numb and shaking; she hadn't noticed the goose bumps on my arms until now. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to flee, but she remained frozen. She tried not to breathe, but she knew it was impossible that Anonymous knew her secret.
I KNOW YOUR DAD KILLED YOUR MUM WHEN YOU WERE EIGHT, SO YOU BETTER FOLLOW MY STEPS IF YOU WANT THIS TO COME OUT.
SELL YOUR FATHER'S Business your dad's password to his website is QRL5FGH9TR3DF1.
Go to the corner of Jumel Street in Clarks.
Set the money in the bin at exactly 8:20 p.m.
- ANONYMOUS
"What have I got myself into?"
The other girls wake up and go downstairs in a hurry. Sophie hides her phone.
"Hey, you guys are awake."
"Good morning," Clair says.
"What are you guys up to?" Milly says, walking behind.
"Nothing much," Sophie says.
"I'm going to leave." I'm not coming to school. "Today, I'll see you guys later," she says in a hurry.
7:19 p.m. Tuesday, November 6th
Sophie arrives at her house and goes to her dad's office, cautiously logging onto his website.
"Should I do this?" she thought, hesitating to press the "sell" button, and she typed her card details in.
Her heart pounded and her mind churned, and a growing sense of doom rose to send shivers down her spine. She walked away from the computer with so much regret and shame buried deep inside her.
"Done," she looks up at the camera and screams, "I hope you're happy, and you better delete the evidence."
Well done, Sophie; you're nearly done. I just arrived at the location and placed the money in the bin. - ANONYMOUS
She goes to the location, places the money down at 8:20 p.m. sharp, and walks off.
6:12 a.m. Tuesday, November 18th.Milly was at home, couching on her comfortable bed, when her mom screamed, "Milly, there is a box at the door for you."
"Okay, I'm coming, mom," she said, taking the box upstairs and opening it. She was shaken to find baby stuff and a note saying:
How's your baby, Milly? Oh, wait, it's perfect.If you don't want anyone finding out, then you better tell your mom about it.
- ANONYMOUS
She stood for a couple of seconds, her stomach churning, her eyes closed. She wanted to be suddenly small and crawl into someone's lap.
She gradually began to feel dread in the pit of her stomach. The frightening atmosphere had her frozen in place, increasing its grip on her. Her muscles tensed as a result of the unexpected shock. She was overcome with fear, which took the form of a real, living force that held her captive by immobilizing her like a rabid animal.
She could hold the heartbreak no longer, and she fell to the floor in a dishevelled heap as her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.
"My poor baby, she has gone." She sat there for a few minutes and calmed down.
She stood up and went downstairs.
"Hunny, why are you crying?"
"I need to tell you something."
Milly explained everything.
"Oh Hunny, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was too scared to."
She closed her eyes and leaned into her mother's arms, and somehow all the noise in the room stopped; somehow her mother took away her pain and made her feel safe.
"I love you so much, darling."
6:12 a.m. Tuesday, November 20th.Clair was sitting in class, bored out of her mind. Her eyes shifted from the ceiling to the clock. Twenty-four minutes were all she had left. twenty-four until she had her well-deserved freedom.
She breathed out a sign of misery, one she had been holding in since she first arrived.
Then her phone buzzed; she opened the notification; she regretted opening the message; she put her hand up and asked to use the restroom; Shaken by the fear of what she had received, she ran to the toilet and locked herself inside the stall, reading her phone over and over again. She read out loud:
hello Clair I didn't think you were capable of murder. You murdered your sister, didn't you? It's all your fault that she's dead. It's your fault that she killed herself that night. You got into a fight with her, and you told her to kill herself. I think the police would love to hear this. If you don't want it to come out, you better do as I say and break all the pictures of your sister.
-ANONYMOUS
"I didn't kill her; I wouldn't have been capable of doing so; I love her; yet I did, and it's all my fault."
When she came home, she started destroying all the photos of her sister while tears were stinging her eyes. Oblivious of what she had done, she pulled out her phone and, unable to control her hand, snapped a photo of the mess and sent it. She clung to one final image of her sister and wouldn't let go.