" What now? "

                                    

                                          
She lied there dead. I didn't know what to do, how to react, all I knew was how to scream. It wasn't full blown, it was more of a whimper. I barley knew her, so I could formally send my sadness. All I knew was that she was Pacifica's friend, and the brutality of said murder. That and the fact some creep killed her and just texted me about it.
                          
How did she know I was here? Is she watching me? Is she in this room? Well, I at least know it is a she. An officer patted my back. "It's alright, Ma'am." She said. Instead, I shook my head. "Nothing will ever be alright.." I replied, and with that I ran out the door.
                          
//
                          
[] Jessica/Number Three's Perspective. []
                          
My head hurt more than anything. I had a hangover for the millionth time again, for I had been extremely drunk and blacked out until now. I glanced over at the time, which said "10:30" to I sighed at. Walking to the bathroom, I showered and brushed my teeth. I didn't feel like eating breakfast, I never did. Only dinner for me. 
                          
After blow drying my hair, I curled it. My hair finally was long, it went down to my hips. I kept my bangs from before, I liked them. Applying makeup to my face, I heard something in the other room. I didn't go check, since it was probably someone who I lived with. I pulled on a white blouse, pencil skirt, and high heels. I looked formal, but we all did. Well only the two of us now. 
                          
Walking out, I saw no one. "Hm." I hummed, as I grabbed my bag. But instead of leaving, I felt hands over my waist and neck. I let out a scream but it was muffled by a cloth shoved in my mouth. Pushing them away, I saw who it was. I said a name in confusion but it was muffled. "Shut the fuck up." She said, smacking me across the face.
                          
She continued to beat me, but I fought back, punching her in the stomach. Quickly I crawled to my phone where I texted Pacifica to call 911. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She shouted stabbing my leg, as I screamed. She did it again, blood splattering on me once she hit a vein. 
                          
"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled out. 
                          
"To prove a point, a form of poetic justice I suppose. Beauty standards today are too high, you are the reason. So one less pretty face in the world will make them understand. Beauty is a pain, wouldn't you say?" 
                          
"You're a monster..."
                          
"Am I? I'm doing everyone a favor, who wants a drunk girl wondering around trying to get herself killed. You practically asked for it."
                          
"Please just let me go.."
                          
"So you could tell everyone about our little meet up?" She laughed. "No. But I do have a few questions."
                          
"If I answer will I be let go?"
                          
"You know who I am, I can't let that happen." She snickered. "But now, first question. Who is Pacifica intimate with? I mean, she's Pacifica Northwest, she had to love someone." 
                          
"It.. It was .. Me."
                          
"What?" She said, her mouth hanging open. "Is she a lesbian?" 
                          
"Yes.. She pretending to like Dipper and countless other guys to make others, and herself, think she was straight." I said. 
                          
"This is even better, killing off her lover, nice." She laughed. "Now, does she do drugs?" 
                          
"Y-yeah... She smokes."
                          
"Alcohol?"
                          
"Duh."
                          
"Don't get smart with me." She said, proceeding to slap me.
                          
"A-anything else?" 
                          
"You really think Pacifica loves you? She doesn't love anyone. You really think you're special? Touching. You won't ever be special. There's no place for you here."
                          
And with that, a soft song played in the distance. Quiet but loud enough to muffle it all.
                          
//
                          
[] y/n's perspective []
                          
I sat down in the car, as our bags are being loaded in. We decided to move motels, since the old one is a crime scene. Pacifica was alone in her limo, as Mabel, Dipper, my mom and I drove to the new location. It was a few miles down, with a huge sign lit up reading "Grey Town" 
                          
My mom decided to work there, they called and actually were short of a worker. I couldn't believe what happened. Pacifica was so damaged and I don't know why, well I do know how they were friends but. Prom night was coming up very quickly, in less than a week. And Pacifica is going to be Prom Queen, usual. 
                          
No one even bothered running. They all knew she'd win, but who knows. Maybe someone could roll in. I'm guessing her father is making her give a speech, but why would they hold a prom? After all this? 
                          
Those questions did bother me, but the words kept running through my head.
                          
Beauty Is A Pain.
                          
//
                          
Hey guys, I'm trying to make more frequent updates. I'm going through rough times at the moment, but I'm going to try to pull through. I've been crying a lot lately, and just going through so many fucked up issues. And I can't get help because my mom won't allow it. I mean I'm alone here so it's somewhat hard to manage. Sorry for letting you guys down though. I know how it's hard to have a book on hiatus, so I'm taking it off of that. 
                          
Love you!