Victim or Killer?

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The story you're about to hear is a little different from what you're used to. It's written to be read not only from top to bottom, but also from bottom to top.

Each perspective offers a different perspective of both characters.

  • The girl's perspective, starts at the top.
  • The boy's perspective, start at the bottom and read up.

Make sure you read both ways to understand what is happening!

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"Sorry," he said. She arrived at the place described in the instructions. At first she hesitated to call the police, sweat dripping from her forehead as her trembling hands dialled the police number.

His blade sliced through, tears dripping from his eyes as he twisted the blade. Blood ran down his arms, leaving a mark as well. Then she remembered the stalker's warning. She would die if she dared tell her parents what was going on. She turned off the phone and walked on.

He did not really want to hurt her. She walked into the cold, abandoned warehouse, shivering. Her heart raced with every step she took, and her breath was getting heavier with the second.

There was no turning back. He breathed in, took one last step out of the shadows. She looked around quickly as she ventured further into the darkness, hoping to catch a glance of whoever was following her. Every creak of the floorboards made her jump, and she clutched her small pocket knife for comfort.

His hands trembled as he considered talking to her one last time. This was it, after years of agony. He was going to end it all. Meanwhile, she felt a vibration from her phone in her trousers. It was a message from a friend, offering a way out and a connection to the outside world. She would have to be courageous.

He stayed hidden in the dark, watching her every move with a strong sense of hatred and fear. Turning a corner, she saw a small light in the distance. Did her friend call the police? She never should have told her.

She would definitely kill him now, he thought. She could not let that happen.

He had managed to avoid her for far too long. She moved a step further into the shadows.

He tightly gripped his knife, concealed in his coat pocket. She stabbed him in the neck with her pocket knife, injuring a vein, and blood spilled from him.

"Sorry," she said. 

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The question now remains who is the victim and who is the killer?

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