A teenage girl entered the room. She was about five foot six with long blond hair and blue green eyes that were the exact shade of the Pacific Ocean.
Margo's hand went to the knife in her pocket.
Jessica opened the closet door and Margo froze. Maybe Jessica would think she was Elizabeth. But what would Elizabeth be doing on the floor in her closet?
Margo's hand went to the vibrator in her pocket.
Jessica started going through Elizabeth's underwear, the phone against her ear, babbling away.
"Blechh!" She exclaimed. "Boring! All she has is granny panties." She moved to close Elizabeth's closet door, tossing the underwear in a random direction. It landed on Margo's head and Margo made a face and tried to control the growl that wanted to erupt from her throat.
Jessica gravitated back to her own room, leaving a trail of destruction behind her.
Patience, rasped the voice inside her head. The voice was always telling her to be patient.
Margo was shocked out of her reverie when the door opened again.
As Elizabeth entered the room and sat down at her desk, Margo crouched in her closet and watched her with fascination, as if she was a specimen of some kind. She had never been this close to Elizabeth Wakefield before.
She has such perfect skin, Margo thought. Look at that dimple in her cheek⦠It was so cute Margo just wanted to poke her finger in it. Her eyes really are the exact shade of the Pacific ocean. And what a perfect size six figure.
The raspy voice in Margo's head sighed dreamily.
What a masterpiece, Margo thought with sentimentality. To think that she will soon be no more. A tear ran down Margo's cheek.
Elizabeth was writing. What was she writing? Margo really wanted to know. If she told Elizabeth her problems, she was sure that Elizabeth would understand. Elizabeth would never laugh at her.
Margo sobbed quietly into a pair of Elizabeth's socks. I can't do this, I want to be with her forever.
Elizabeth finished writing, glanced at her watch and left the room. Margo left the closet, feeling like she had been through a life changing experience.
You rocked my world, Margo thought, wiping tears from her cheeks. It's not fair. Why does Todd get to be with you?
Her eyes slid to the photo of Todd on the desk and she had another great idea. This would be a lot more work, but she was sure that she could pull it off.
Her eyes narrowed and she touched the knife in her pocket, not noticing when she cut her finger.
Patience, rasped the voice in her head. It had a very limited vocabulary sometimes.
Margo smiled an evil smile. "Soon. I will be Todd Wilkins."
