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I am the Second Cynthia

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Have you watched that new series? ”Coincidences”. What a stupid name.

It was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.

A coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.

Nobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The "Cynthia Killer" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his ”childhood love” called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.

And he did.

The evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.

And now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.

He's famous, and I'm just ”the second Cynthia”. A plot device for telling his story.

The writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, ”the real killer who was never caught”, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).

Since the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. ”Yup, that's where I'd bury three bodies”.

And that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.

But instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.

And nobody has still come for us.

Instead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here. 

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