Finally I finished this! I started this a while ago, then lost motivation to do it, then reread it and realized it sounded weird, and then took another week to rewrite it. But here it is, the story of Ann! I give credit to 
How did I get myself in such a bad position?
I had always been fairly intelligent, if I do say so myself. If you had told me when I was younger that I would get caught up in a plan to kill a fellow actress, I would've laughed in your face. How could I be so dumb? I knew the dangers if I tried to kill someone. I could end up in prison, which would be terrible for my career. Plus, of course, it was morally wrong.
I guess I could say it started when I got the call.
"We have your family. Do what we say and they'll live."
I almost laughed. This had to be a prank call. If someone did kidnap my family, the kidnapper would only call so he or she could send them back to me. Sure they were rich, but there was a reason the public didn't like my mother, and didn't care about my siblings.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Who put you up to this? Was it Jordan? Cory?" The mysterious caller was silent. "Excuse me, what?"
I put my phone on my shoulder and to my ear while I grabbed my jacket. Work was over for today, at least for me. "I mean, have you met my family? I'm surprised your not asking to return them."
The caller was silent for another minute. Then he chuckled. "Fine then. If you really think this is a joke, call your mom. I'm sure she's dying to talk to you, Ann."
At that moment, I began to get a little scared. This started to seem less like a joke every minute that went by. Plus, how did this man know who I was? As far as I was aware, I never met this person before. I put on my jacket and dialed my mom.
"Oh hello again, Ann," the caller said. It was the same one who just called me. I almost dropped my phone. No, I thought. This wasn't possible. "Ann? You believe me now," the caller asked. I slowly put the phone back to my ear, shaking. "Who are you," I asked.
The man chuckled again. "They call me the Blackout Killer. Would you like to speak with your mom now?" I didn't answer, but he gave my mom's phone to her.
"Ann? Ann! Do what he tells you, please! He put a gun to our heads, he's going to kill us! Please," she screamed. I never heard my mom beg like that. I had never heard my mom so terrified. She liked to be the scary one. She was to me and my little siblings.
I didn't know what to say to her. What should I have said? I'll listen to the creepy guy who kidnapped her and the rest of my family?
"Let me talk to Jamie and Lisa," I said, hiding my emotions like I had been so used to doing. She did as I said, which I could tell when I heard the little voices of my siblings.
"Ann," they exclaimed at the same time. I covered my mouth. He had my siblings. That was a different story. My mom, she wasn't the best. Of course I loved her, but that was because I had to. My siblings, they were the best things in my stupid little life. Now this man could hurt them.
"A-are you alright," I asked, barely getting the words out.
"Yeah, we're okay," Jamie promised. "A little beat up, but we'll survive."
I exhaled deeply. As long as they were okay. I knew they wouldn't stay that way though, knowing this killer was near them.
"Ann, don't cry, you know I hate it when you cry, and Lisa always cries with you," Jamie said. I guess he heard my fear through the phone. I hadn't even realized I was crying before he mentioned it.
"I'll try, but you know I don't like the thought that you two are in danger," I said, trying to remain calm.
"It okay sissy," Lisa tried to say. She was so young. Only 4. She hadn't started speaking until she was 2. It just hadn't come naturally for her. Jamie wasn't much older, only 10. However, he was more mature than mom. He was in the middle. He didn't always know what was happening, but he understood the basics of what life was really like for us, for our family.
Be the best, or your nothing. That was the family motto.
The Blackout Killer took the phone from my brother. "Will you listen to me now," he asked. I nodded frantically, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Yes, yes of course. Just don't hurt them."
The man seemed to agree with my request. "Meet me at this location at 4, I will explain everything, and what you need to do." Then he hung up as I tried to get over what I had just heard.
I wiped my face and covered it as much as I could with my coat. No one could see me like this. What would the paparazzi say? The rumors that would come out of this?
When I got home to my empty house was when I lost it.
My mom would've killed me if she saw what I did to the house. I destroyed it. I wanted to kill somebody. I cried the entire time. How could this happen to me? Why did they have to be punished? What crime did they commit?
I got to the meeting place at exactly 3:58. The Blackout Killer was leaning against the wall. He didn't seem so threatening. Sure, he was wearing all black, but no mask. I guess he wasn't afraid I would call the police, which I hated to admit was true. What if he hurt them?
He saw me and smiled a grin the devil would be jealous of. "Finally, I get to meet the famous Ann Doller. I know this isn't the best time, but I must admit I admire your work. Know this isn't personal," he said, pushing off the wall and walking closer to me.
I laughed bitterly. "You kidnapped my siblings. I would consider that pretty personal," I spat out.
He shrugged. "Work is work. Now, what I need you to do..."
He reached into his pocket and I flinched, thinking it was a gun. Luckily, it was just a picture.
Of Jordan.
"You work with this girl, correct?" I nodded cautiously. He continued. "I need you to tell me everything you know about her. Her schedule, her family, everything and anything you can find," he said.
I shook my head. "We're not friends. We're merely coworkers. Plus, I hate her," I said, crossing my arms.
Jordan had always gotten the bigger roles. She was the bigger and better actress. True, now I could see that she was just better for the roles she got, but at the time it was better for me to blame it all on her, the girl who ruined every opportunity I happened to be given.
The Blackout Killer shrugged. "Exactly. You're perfect. Not close enough where you'll warn her but close enough to get information. Look, I promise I won't hurt even a hair on your siblings' heads," he said. He leaned in to my ear. "Though I can't promise the same for your mom. She won't stop saying 'do you know who I am'," he whispered, mocking my mother. It would've been funny had he not been a mentally insane serial killer.
I nodded. "Okay. I'll help you. Just don't hurt my siblings," I said. The Blackout Killer nodded. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he said with a smirk. I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth, but what other choice did I have? At least if I did this, there was a chance my siblings would be okay.
Now those memories all came flooding back as I laid on the ground, a bullet wound in my chest. I was dying. Really and truly. I was alone, in a dark alleyway, blood pouring out of my chest.
I heard footsteps towards me and saw black boots. The person crouched next to me and I saw it was the Blackout Killer. He sighed. "Ann, Ann, Ann. It didn't have to end like this. You were one of my favorite associates. Real helpful," he said.
I swung at him, yelling without words, one final act. He dodged easily, sighed again, and got up. "Nice knowing you Ann Doller," he said. Then he walked away as I closed my eyes for the final time.
At least in the living world.
When I woke up, I was in a classroom. I looked around. Other people, young and old, were sitting in chairs next to me. They all had a look of sadness and confusion.
"What the hell," I muttered.
A woman who must've been around 25 walked in. "Hello newly dead. My name is Kara, and I'll be your Guider to help you get used to your new home." I still had no idea what was happening. This must've meant I was really dead.
I raised my hand and Kara pointed to me. I stood up. "So we're dead," I asked for confirmation. She nodded. I sighed.
"What happens now?"
She shrugged. "Well, soon enough you'll all get a job. Since you look younger, you will go with the other children in an hour. We can match you with a private Guider if you'd like. We do that a lot with the children," she offered. I nodded, but all her words seemed to be muffled.
I didn't know what to feel, what to think. My breathing quickened. I was gone. I was dead. 13 years old. I was a child still, even if I claimed I was a teenager now. It felt like my whole body had just stopped working. Everything around me blurred and quickened. I felt like I wasn't really here, that nothing was real. I felt like I should've been waking up and realizing this was all a terrible nightmare. So that I could go back to my normal, alright life.
Suddenly, I felt two arms wrap around me. They were...warm. I held on to the person for dear life. Tears streamed down my face like waterfalls. This seemed impossible, but it wasn't. It was the terrible but completely real truth.
The person let go and held my shoulders. They then wiped my tears. It was the Kara girl. She gave me a reassuring smile. "I know it's scary. When I died, I ran out of this room and into the actual Afterlife I was so terrified. Took them a whole day to find me," she told me.
I nodded, trying to make my breathing return to normal. Kara smiled. "I'll explain everything. Just sit back down." I did as she said. Everyone else also looked terrified. None of them really seemed ready to die. Then again, I don't think anyone ever really is. I sure wasn't.
After she explained everything, I raised my hand. "Can I see my family? I want to make sure they're safe," I asked. Kara nodded and handed me a book. She told me just to open it and say their names. I thought that sounded really dumb, but I did as she said.
Inside the book, I saw my siblings and mom. They were at the police station. The lump that was caught in my throat disappeared. They looked traumatized, just as scared as I was. I wondered if they knew what happened to me. Even if they didn't, I understood why they would be crying and shaking, well, at least why my siblings would be.
"Thank you," I whispered to Kara. She nodded and took the book back.
At least they were alive. That was all I could ask for at the moment. I may not have been, but that wasn't important. I knew I deserved it. I had helped try and kill somebody. I had no excuse. None that mattered.
But maybe, just maybe, I could live a good death here. If there ever was such a thing.
Maybe I could find peace. Maybe I could be at peace with the afterlife. It had to be possible, I thought. And I swore to myself that day, that i would do whatever i could to be a good person. Only good people deserve peace. At least, in my not so professional opinion.
Any other ideas for characters that should get a story? Answer in comments! I'll try to get them out sooner!