Often on our darkest days it feels
as though some people have it all. And although the nagging voice in the back
of your mind begs you to keep in mind that there is more than meets the eye,
things are easier said than done. For Abbey Miller, this was no exception. In
high school she found her place in the background, silently setting the stage
so that others could thrive, could compare themselves to her and feel that sense
of superiority that everyone longs for. In a word, she was forgettable.
Her high school days passed as quickly as any person
unfortunate enough to be caught alone with her and they lacked any semblance of
substance that could validate them as worthy memories.
After
graduation, things to a turn for the disastrous. Abbey was abducted from her
childhood home and after a televised, weeklong search she was discovered
delirious and badly beaten in an alleyway a block from the local high school.
Weeks later, information surfaced that suggested that the identity of Abbey’s
abductor was, in fact, Abbey herself, fueled by a desire to be seen that had
all but consumed her. In the weeks that followed, Abbey made claims that she
had truly been kidnapped but it only solidified the public opinion that she was
only after the attention she had so obviously been deprived of.
But after a while, as the novelty of the news
wore off, Abbey disappeared along with the story. And as the town was finally returning to their
old ways she disappeared again, returning in the same disheveled way as before,
but this time in a condition that was impossible to ignore. At nine months and
counting Abbey appeared to be pregnant in a way that clearly caused her
excruciating pain. This time, the town had no choice but to believe her claims.
Fueled by a hate fire like no other, she bore an infant from hell. Before the
story had even fully broken, the thirty pounds of animated torture began its
tour of destruction, putting an end to the place that had spurned her, making
her personal hell a reality.
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