[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
I groaned in pain as I touched my neck. This will leave a scar.
Angel is on the floor unconscious with her head bleeding. Serves you right, bummer.
I roamed my eyes around the area and looked for Niana, but I couldn't grasp her. I hope she's recording.
I attempted to run away, but those ugly, vile kids came towards me as soon as I stepped outside the room.
"What did you do to Angel?" This guy in a mohawk slash Angel's boyfriend prattled.
"Why? She started it first. I already warned you all to put your asses away from me, but you guys are too stubborn." I replied and frowned at them.
They gathered around me and punched me all over my body. 
I fell to the floor, and they still kept attacking me. I felt blood flowing from my nose, but I couldn't feel any pain.
I vomited blood, and my body became so heavy. I can't even lift my finger.
I closed my eyes and took my last breath.
...
[Niana's Point of View]
Bella, are you still alive? 
"Get Angel, and let's get out of here!" Jack scowled at the other members of the gang. Jack is the leader of the gang, who is also Angel's boyfriend.
"But, what do we do to Bella?" Another girl asked.
"We'll burn this building," Jack muttered.
I gasped when I heard what he said. If Bella and I don't go out now, we'll end up dead.
What do we do now? Should I just call the cops? I think this is enough evidence already.
I wonder what Bella is planning to do, but what if she's dead? I can't see her!
"Carry her and bring her back to the room," Jack commanded, and I saw them carrying a fainted and bleeding Bella.
Is she dead? My heart is pounding too fast. I feel like I'm also going to end up like her.
"Let's go!" The gang ran abruptly out of this place, and I rushed towards Bella.
"Hey! Bella! Wake up! We're gonna die!" I screamed while shaking her.
She slightly moved her head to face me, and she smirked.
"You recorded everything?" She asked in a weak voice, and I nodded at her.
"Let's go out of here!" I shouted in panic.
"We can't go out together. Just leave me here." She replied while blood was still coming out of her nose.
"What? I can't leave you alone here!" I screamed again.
"Just jump out of that window, and you'll hit a soft and mushy land."
I just followed her and jumped out of the window. She's right. A soft soil caught me.
I rushed to find the gang, and I saw them starting a fire from a lighter.
I clicked my record button and started re-recording them.
"Are you sure the police won't know about this? What if Bella isn't dead?" A girl with a man-built body nervously uttered.
"The police won't believe anything without enough evidence. And Bella is already dead. I checked her pulse earlier." Jack replied and clicked the lighter.
"Stay back." 
He threw the lighter to the abandoned building, and flame swallowed it in an instant. 
They ran away from the place, and I had already ended recording. I tried to look for Bella everywhere, but I couldn't find her.
"Bella, I'm sorry." I cried and also rushed to go out of the building.
While running, I can't help but look back, seeing the great smoke covering the area. 
"Bella," I said underneath my breath and turned my head to look forward.
I halted when I saw someone in front of me. 
"Hi." She mumbled.
It's Bella! Her arms are burned, and her face is full of black lumps and blood. I almost didn't recognize her.
My eyes widened, and I gasped, "What...how... Huh?" I murmured in a bewildered manner.
She slowly walked to me and tilted her head.
"I'm alive, Niana. You know I can't just die like that." 
The hairs on my body stood up while I shivered in fear.
"I don't need to explain how." She continued and looked down at my hand holding my phone.
"Hmm, you recorded everything, right?" She asked.
"Y... Yeah, everything was recorded. We can provide the cops enough evidence already!" I replied.
"Nah. They're juveniles as if the police will even pay attention to them. They will just be punished with community service and repeat doing horrible things to people." 
She's right. Then what are these videos for?
"The videos, I'll upload it on Facegram. Soon, they'll get expelled, and people will recognize those ugly asses." She smirked and grabbed my phone.
After a minute, she returned it back to me.
"Thanks, Niana. I just sent the videos to my account. Let's get out of here before the cops discover that burning building." She grabbed my wrist, and we ran into the dark.
Everything happened so fast. It's already eight p.m.
"Hmm, wanna stay at my place tonight?" Bella asked me when we slowed down the endless roads.
"Uhm... I still have homework to do at home." I replied hesitantly.
"Alright! You might not see me for months because of what happened. I need to do something and will come back when I'm prepared." She said and smiled sweetly at me.
She looks beautiful when she smiles. Even if it's fake, she looks luminously aesthetic.
"So, you won't go to school?" I asked her in a low voice. I still can't comprehend everything that has happened a while back.
"I won't. Do you think I can go to school with burns?" She laughed and showed me the burns and scars she got from the fire.
"Yeah, just... Stay home." 
"Now, you proved yourself worthy of my friend. I will treat ice cream once I get back to school." 
Is this real?  Or am I dreaming?
"Sure!" I responded gleefully and smiled from ear to ear.
We continued walking, and finally, we reached the city. Building lights were everywhere, and it looked so astonishing.
"Thanks for being with me, Niana. See you when I see you." She waved goodbye, and we both walked separate ways.
Hmm, Bella...
...
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
I groaned in pain as I poured alcohol on the burns I got from that night. It's been a week, and I wonder if those bummers celebrated my 'death,' as if I would let them kill me.
Freak, my arms are ruined. The scar will remain until I reach the end of my life.
But it's not a big deal as long as it's not my face. One thing I learned is that your greatest asset is your face, and it's not a lie. People judge a book by its cover and base everything on the exterior looks of a person.
Even if we would try to hide it, we don't like things that look ugly and unattractive.
I looked at the mirror and tilted my head to stretch my neck. The burn from the cigarette butt is still here, but I know it wouldn't leave a big scar.
I sighed heavily and went to sit in my swivel chair.
That night, I couldn't believe Niana really followed us until we reached the abandoned building. I thought she would leave me.
Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I could deal with those obnoxious gangsters myself, even if she came or not.
I died that night, I guess. My body isn't moving, and I feel like my heart won't pump blood anymore. But then, Jameson's face flashed before my eyes, and he was full of light. He reached for my hand, and when we stood up, he vanished. 
I looked around the place, and everything was burning. A part of my arm got burned before I could even jump out of the window. 
I didn't even feel like I was hurt, and I don't know why that happened.
Hahaha! Oh, Bella. The world really loves you. Imagine how many times you've put your life at risk, but here you are living and breathing.
I opened my laptop and clicked the compiled files I had gathered.
"Hahahaha! Foolish frogs, how will you react once I upload all these nasty videos and images?" I spoke to myself and smiled at the screen while racing my fingers through the keyboard.
Good thing I convinced the other victims to speak up and hand me the evidence they have.
There were various killings, rape, underground fights, drugs, and other illegal kinds of stuff. 
Oh, Angel, what a shame to your name.
I leaned back and sighed. Juveniles, juveniles, juveniles. Even if underage kids commit a crime, they won't pay for their offense the way they're supposed to.
Just wait for a few more days, ladies and gentlemen. I'll come back.
You chose something grisly, I will give it to you.
...
A group of teenagers was partying at the rooftop of a school. 
"Cheers for Bella's death!" A guy in a red mohawk screamed and raised his bottle of beer.
"Cheers!" Everyone replied and drank their beer.
"Thanks, everyone. I finally got my revenge." The girl beside the guy in a mohawk uttered drunk.
A girl wearing glasses and a ponytail approached the drunk group of friends. She is wearing a pink jacket paired with her school uniform while her arms are crossed.
"Bella is not dead." She told the group and grinned at them.
Those teenagers looked at her confusedly. Some eyes widened, and some mouths vomited.
"Bella didn't die. She won't die."