Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27063803-20160123172109

I have to admit, I'm a pretty poor person. I live in a crumby apartment, I don't have a lot of money, and I don't own any electronics. No TV, no phone, nothing. I even work as a garbage man, and I never get my fair share of cash. I'm in a mundane situation, and I'm desperate for something that would make me look at least middle class. That's when I decided that I would rob someone. Personally, I don't consider myself a criminal. What I'm about to talk about is the only object I stole.

I was in a subway station when the event occurred. I tried to spot someone texting on their phone, and I saw someone. It was a girl, about seventeen years old. She had short red hair and very light skin. She had a Nokia phone, and I saw her type her password in her phone: 4377. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I waited for her to put her phone in her pocket. Soon, she put her phone away and started walking - and I followed in pursuit. I snatched her phone out of her pocket, it was simple as that… maybe too simple. It was almost as if she wanted me to take her phone.

After the crime I committed, I went off to work. While sorting out trash, I wondered what secrets her phone held. Obviously I was going to erase all the information on the phone and start over, but I was just curious. I finally arrived at my apartment room and turned on the phone. It had about 45% of charge, just enough time for me to explore the phone. Her lock picture was just a generic brand photo of herself. She was standing on a boardwalk, posing as a police officer (I just assumed that because she made her fingers in a gun-like formation). After typing her password, I entered the mobile device. She had various games, they were either puzzle or shooting games. I had some fun playing her video games, but I felt guilty about it. I decided to look at her pictures, not because I was a creepy pervert. I just wanted to get some background information about her before it's all erased. There were lots of pictures of houses, and I mean LOTS. There were Victorian styled mansions, stereotypical suburban homes, and creative pieces of architecture. However, they all had one similarity: all of them showed signs of decay. Broken windows, vines on the walls, blocked doors, etc. I guessed this girl was some edgy artist trying to find some inspiration for her art. After a bunch of photos of houses, there finally encountered a picture of her and three other kids. One was a chubby Asian boy, another was a tall girl with long blonde hair, and there was also an African-American boy with bright blue eyes. They all seemed to be happy with one another, a cute little clique I guess. There was one last thing I wanted to do: check out her videos. In total,  there were five videos on her phone. They were all filmed in the span of three days. I decided to watch all five of them… right then and there, everything went downhill.

The first video was filmed at a high school dance in some kind of auditorium. The redhead girl (who I found out is named Liz) asked her friend Jack to hold the phone and film her. I saw a brown hand grasp the phone, and I realized that he's the African-American kid in her clique picture. He filmed Liz dancing, and she was having a good time. Suddenly, she was splashed in paint. The phone moved up, showing that it was the chubby kid and the blonde who did this to her. Everyone was laughing at her, taking pictures and recording it all. She was incredibly embarrassed and started tearing up. She ran to the nearest exit, and Jack followed her shouting "Wait!!" The video abruptly stopped, and I was agape. I know it sounds like some sort of teen melodrama on TV, but this is real life. She was betrayed by her friends and humiliated in front of her peers. I felt sorry for Liz.

In the second video, she was driving a car and the phone was propped up so it could record her face. After a minute of silence, she started talking. "I trusted all of you, you guys were my best friends… my only friends. We had so many great moments of friendship and happiness. How come it all went down the drain? Heh heh, I guess it's too late. Say, any of you want to say hi to the camera?" Liz picked up her phone and recorded the back of the car. Her friends were tied up. They had duct tape on their mouths, hands and feet tied up, it was pretty disturbing. I couldn't believe it; she was kidnapping her friends. Sure, they were a bunch of jerks, but they didn't deserve something that cruel! She parked her car and exclaimed, "Ah, the perfect house." She got out of the car and showcased the large building. Something looked familiar about it, but then it hit me. I exited the video to go to the photo gallery, and what do you know?! THE SAME HOUSE WAS IN HER PICTURES. It all made sense, she wasn't using them as inspiration for art. She was looking for an abandoned house so she can kill her ex-friends in it. I was really scared, not wanting to watch any more. There were three more videos waiting to be viewed, and I had no intention in watching them. Just then I thought '''what if I turn it in to the police, and something goes wrong? What if the videos get deleted? In the name of the law, I have to watch the other videos''.'

Unlike the past two videos, the third video was incredibly graphic. I think you can see where this is going. Liz put her phone on some sort of tripod and filmed her three victims, panning on each one. The kids were tied to chairs, and were thinking of ways to escape (I could tell from their faces.) The chubby kid was sweating like a dog and had sweat stains all over his shirt. The blonde was shaking so much that it looked like she was convulsing. Jack sat still calmly, but his eyes gleamed with fear and rage. Liz monologues to her ex-friends yet again about how they betrayed her. Only this time, she takes a knife out of her pocket. She started pointing at each of the teens, wondering who she should  murder first. "Randy," pointing to the chubby Asian. "Why did you prank me? Explain." He nervously replies, "It was Jack who talked me into it, I swear!" He sweat even more, to the point where his shirt was all wet. Liz waltzes up to him and tells him, "So, you're a follower? You were never fit to be a leader, you're just a coward." She started to cut a heart in the middle of his chest, and he was screaming. She bid him adieu and pushed his chair over. She put it back up, but the heart-shaped block of flesh was on the ground, along with blood and other organs. Randy was dead. When she turned off her phone, I was dumbfounded. Was I watching a snuff film? Was it all just a horrible nightmare? No, I was awake and I saw a someone gutted like a pig. I felt like vomiting, but I pulled through.

Next I played the fourth video, and it was in the same building in a similar layout. Now there were only two chairs with seated captives, she must've disposed Randy's body. Poor kid… Liz walked back and forth, wondering who to murder next. I imagined what she would do to the two. Gauge the eyes out, dismembering limbs, or decapitation? Instead, something much worse happened. She moved away from the phone and pulled a large object into view. It was covered in a sheet, so I couldn't make it out. "Jess," Liz said. "How could you do this to me? You've ruined my life!" "You ruined it for yourself, because you overreacted!" Jess shouted back. Liz sighed and sulked, "So be it." She lifted the sheet from the object, it appeared to be a wood shredder. She lifted Jess (still attached to the chair) and carried her to the shredder. She was crying for help and begging for mercy. The closer she got, the louder she yelped. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't pull myself away. Liz closed her eyes and threw Jess into the wood shredder. Out came chunky clusters of blood, torn innards, and wood from the chair. I started to cry, I insulted myself for picking up this phone. "DAMN IT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Then and there, I wanted to get this over with. I clicked the final video wanting to end this twisted story.

Suddenly, the battery died. I was both relieved and worried at the same time. I was happy I wouldn't see how Jack would die, but at the same time… the phone's dead. I was going to buy a charger, but I had something more useful in mind. The next day, I drove to a police station and told the officers everything I know. I asked them to charge the phone and watch the final video, since I had to work. The next day, I walked to the station and asked what the officers saw. They told me I didn't want to know, but I knew what happened. Jack dies in an incredibly brutal way and Liz gets her revenge, simple as that. A muscular policeman brought the phone into the room and asked if I wanted to watch it. I was brave now, and I was ready to view it.

It was exactly what I expected. In short, Liz revealed that she used to have a crush on Jack, but she'll never forgive him. Next, he was smashed to death with a hammer, his organs were ripped out, and she had sex with the corpse. Strangely enough, I wasn't phased throughout the whole video. The manly police tried to cover their eyes, but I just sucked it all in. I just pulled through bravely… until the ending. Before the video ended, Liz said something that really got to me: "Time to spread the virus." I didn't get it at first, but then I realized she was talking about me. She planned on giving someone the phone to spread the word, and I was the curious cat who opened Pandora's Box. Despite how poor I am right now, I swear, I'll never steal again. 