“Wow.”

Crimson is the one goth girl in your school who never grew out of that phase. Despite the fact that many people are intimidated by her, or are scared of her, she didn’t really harm anyone. You never saw her with anyone, not even any animals. Dogs, cats, birds, anything. You also heard she scared a shark off.

Nobody really knew anything about the girl. Not her childhood, what her house looked liked on the inside, anything.

It was December, almost around Christmas time, and Crimson... just had spooky stuff up still.