The Box Of Fear | Episode ~ 2

☠ ~ The Past ~ ☠

In the seventh-grade, Diamond became heavily depressed. She was bullied and abused at home. The only person who knew about it was Emma. That's how they got so close.
After a year of cutting herself, Diamond had confessed to what she'd done, and Emma helped her through it. Although, her scars still left a slight mark on her arm.
Fast-forward to now.
"What's going on, Diamond?" Emma asked, taking a closer look at her friend's cut wrist.
Diamond shook her head "I have no idea. I woke up this morning, saw the cuts and covered it with a jacket. You know, I didn't want my mum to think I was...again.."
Emma nodded. "Can I use you're bathroom real quick?"
Diamond smiled. "You know where it is." And with that, she disappeared into the Living Room.
She jogged up the stairs and locked the bathroom door after her. After 'doing her business', Emma rolled her hoodie sleeves up to wash her hands and almost fainted.
There, written on her arm in cuts was the word 'THEFT'.
She broke into a cold sweat, panting for breath. Spinning around, her brain becoming more and more drowned out.
And then...the lights shut out. Emma screamed, flinging open the bathroom door.
All was quiet.
No heavy metal music. Nothing.
"Diamond?" Emma shouted, creeping onto the landing. She thrust out her phone, using the dim light as a torch.
The floorboards creaked as Emma stepped down the stairs quietly, trying to be silent.
Buzz....
Emma stopped dead in her tracks.
BUZZ....!
A loud buzzing sound emerged from the Living Room.
Emma crept across the hallway, peeking through each little window of the doors.
BUZZZZ...
Emma had had enough, she barged into the room, shouting 'Diamond!"
There, on the sofa, lay Diamond's still and lifeless body. Emma screamed, almost falling to the floor. "OH MY GOD!!"
As warm tears welled in her eyes, she looked up.
The TV was on, with a static screen, and on it, in red was written 'THE BOX OF FEAR'...