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Sue Snell just wanted to forget the whole night. The night when everything got out of hand. Well, that was putting it nicely. She should say it was the night her life was ruined. She just wanted to forget it.
But she couldn't. Not even a part of it. She could remember every minute in detail. And she hated it.
She wrote a book about that night. It hadn't topped the bestseller lists or anything, but it had done well enough to make her money. Enough to get away from that town. Get away from the graves; the corpses that she couldn't see but knew were there. Even more importantly, get away from the survivors. People just like her, who had been mentally scarred. Walking around like ghosts in a ghost town.
She had made it to a small town in Texas. So small it was almost completely cut off from the world. No one there noticed that she had been at the same school as Carrie White, and even if they did, they didn't bother her about it. She didn't have to go to any more questionings, didn't have to tell her story again, knowing they were just watching for her to get caught in a lie. They refused to believe all of that was true. Even though it was.
That was the worst night of her life. Too many people died for her to care about the exact number. And she couldn't help but feel like she could've prevented it. She could've been nice to Carrie. She didn't have to make Tommy ask her to prom. Sue could've gone with Tommy and Carrie would've have stayed home and not burn down the school because the poured pig blood on her, not have upset her mother by going on to a dance with a boy and wearing that dress, not have ruined the town.
She knew she shouldn't blame herself. Everyone had always made fun of Carrie. She was always the butt of the jokes, the one picked last, the one laughed at behind her back or even right to her face.
The second worst night didn't even compare. But it still was bad. Still worse than she wanted anything in her life to be.
She was in a car crash. When she woke up in the morning, she was in a hospital, and she couldn't remember what happened the night before. She couldn't remember whose fault the crash had been, what she had been doing, where she was going, or anything about the crash.
Weirder yet, she couldn't remember anything about her life. Anything at all.
Sue Snell just wanted to forget the whole night. The night when everything got out of hand. Well, that was putting it nicely. She should say it was the night her life was ruined. She just wanted to forget it.
But she couldn't. Not even a part of it. She could remember every minute in detail. And she hated it.
She wrote a book about that night. It hadn't topped the bestseller lists or anything, but it had done well enough to make her money. Enough to get away from that town. Get away from the graves; the corpses that she couldn't see but knew were there. Even more importantly, get away from the survivors. People just like her, who had been mentally scarred. Walking around like ghosts in a ghost town.
She had made it to a small town in Texas. So small it was almost completely cut off from the world. No one there noticed that she had been at the same school as Carrie White, and even if they did, they didn't bother her about it. She didn't have to go to any more questionings, didn't have to tell her story again, knowing they were just watching for her to get caught in a lie. They refused to believe all of that was true. Even though it was.
That was the worst night of her life. Too many people died for her to care about the exact number. And she couldn't help but feel like she could've prevented it. She could've been nice to Carrie. She didn't have to make Tommy ask her to prom. Sue could've gone with Tommy and Carrie would've have stayed home and not burn down the school because the poured pig blood on her, not have upset her mother by going on to a dance with a boy and wearing that dress, not have ruined the town.
She knew she shouldn't blame herself. Everyone had always made fun of Carrie. She was always the butt of the jokes, the one picked last, the one laughed at behind her back or even right to her face.
The second worst night didn't even compare. But it still was bad. Still worse than she wanted anything in her life to be.
She was in a car crash. When she woke up in the morning, she was in a hospital, and she couldn't remember what happened the night before. She couldn't remember whose fault the crash had been, what she had been doing, where she was going, or anything about the crash.
Weirder yet, she couldn't remember anything about her life. Anything at all.