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Katie always got what she wanted. Right?
The one time she wanted something more than anything in the world, it slipped through her fingers. Her first attempt was to drown herself, but that failed. This time, she hoped it would work.
It was never planned, which made it better. Surely no one would stop her this time! It had just been the end of the KFC opening, and, well, it was not going too well. She’d been sabotaged. She let MULTIPLE of her friends down.
She thought to herself, ‘Maybe this time it will work and free people from my miserable antics.’ She started building up, and up, and up. She was so contemptuous of her death that she could barely hear the others screaming. Or anything really. Not like it would matter. It would be over, right?
Well. It's never over for her. As she jumped, she thought about all the people she had disappointed. Don… Ash… Mike… and- even… Mr. Giggles. She regrets blowing up his yard dearly. But, it wouldn't matter; it would be over in a second, I suppose.
Splash. What? No no no no. She should be dead!-- she looked down, the water was calm and happy, but then red started disrupting its peace. Almost like her disrupting everyone else– No. None of that right now. She needs to run. Run run run run run RUN.
She gathered herself and pushed past the crowd of people and ran. Ran and ran and ran. Once she knew she was far enough, she finally slowed down. She looked around. Oh! Great! A ravine!
“Second– or third try… I don't even know how many attempts at this point. Maybe this time it will work!”
She jumped down, and then it all went black.
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She woke up with a sharp pain in her head. Not only that, but she didn’t seem to remember what had happened over the past day.
“OW FUCK MY HEAD–”
The night sky seemed to do little to help with her headache.
“Ow– fuck… what even happened? Erm…”
She spotted her communicator. Great! Maybe she can ask someone for help?
As she skimmed through her contacts, she came across “Mr. Giggles”. Underneath all of her missing memories, she faintly remembers Schlatt mentioning he used to be a doctor before getting onto the island.
Maybe she could ask him for help? I mean, she didn't know who else to ask, so she decided it was the best choice.
She shakily opened their messages and typed the first thing she could think of.
‘Hey, Mr. J! Do you think you can come and help me? I think I fell and now I'm hurt… I know this sounds kind of sketchy, but you’re the most qualified person I could think of…’
After that, the adrenaline seemed to wear off, and she collapsed, passing out onto the cold floor.