Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on this! I actually had this posted on fictionpress for a while before realizing that it belonged here. But hopefully it'll be more popular here. Anyways, its kind of like a sequel to Stephen King's Carrie (great book by the way), following a Prom Night survivor. There may be some spoilers, so I would suggest reading the book before reading this. But hey, I'm not going to stop you! And one last thing, this is all dedicated to my friend Jasmine (zoologist1998 on fictionpress). Alright, I'll stop talking now so you can read!
Chapter 1
The fire raged all around her. All she could hear were screams, and repeatedly, the name "Marcus" was yelled. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but her mind was too panicked to give it a face. She ran forward blindly, smoke clouding her vision. But there they were, just up ahead of her! The fire doors! Her only escape! A sudden force shoved her into a wall, as if someone had pushed her. It held her there, and she was helpless to stop the door from slowly closing. "No!" she screamed, struggling against the invisible weight. Suddenly, a face appeared in front of her. It was covered in blood. Its hair hung loosely, streaked with the sticky red substance. Its mouth was permanently locked in a malicious grin. But its eyes. They completed the horrific face. They were cold and glazed over, as if looking without seeing. And yet, they seemed to stare directly at her. No, not at her. Through her. She could hear a deep rumble, barely audible over her screaming. Quickly, she found the source of the noise. Steadily, the laugh grew, both in sound and pitch, until it was no longer a rumble. It grew to an ear piercing giggle. Louder and louder, higher and higher. It reached an impossibly high pitch, higher than a dog or a dolphin should have been able to hear. It sounded almost like a bomb about to go off.
Violet woke up screaming. Her eyes snapped open as she sat up, breathing heavily. "It was only a dream. It was only a dream," she whispered to herself. She took a minute to calm herself down before she checked her alarm clock. 6:03 it read. She sighed. This was the third day in a row that her nightmares had woken her up before her alarm went off. But her nightmares were not unfounded. She had survived the earth-bound hell known commonly as Prom Night. She had survived the human embodiment of the devil, AKA Carietta (Carrie) White. Some people had the blessing of nightmares full of clowns, vampires, werewolves, maybe even a monster or two. But they all woke up knowing none of it would follow them, haunt them, during every waking moment.
Attempting to banish these thoughts to the farthest corner of mind, Violet rose slowly from her bed. She made her way to the bathroom, taking her time. Why hurry? I have an extra half an hour, she thought. She finally made it to the bathroom. Turning on the sink faucet, she rinsed her face off, mostly to wake herself up. Her dark brown eyes stared back at her as she raised her face to the mirror. Running a small brush under the water, she brought it up to her hair. Dyed dark green, reaching halfway down her back, and tangled, it looked more like scraggly moss than hair. She slowly brushed it, going over each section carefully. By the time she was done, it was smooth and silky. Her alarm rang back in her room. She hurried in to turn off the dreadful sound.
Back in her room, she changed out of her pajamas and into simple jeans and a dark gray camisole. She threw her favorite black hoodie on over it. Laying in a velvet-lined box on her dresser was the necklace her boyfriend had given to her. She examined the clear but sparkly heart shaped pendant for scratches before lifting it up and fastening the silver chain behind her neck. Sighing, she shoved her hands into her pockets and stepped out into the chilly October morning to begin her walk to school.
Well, there was that! Let me know what you think with your comments, rates, and reviews! This is Shira, signing off!