Malice Melodies iT hUrTs So MuCh I wAnT tO dIe, a south park fanfic

"Mommy's gots a smile of a thousand angels"

I step on the wooden floor, the sound letting out a chilling creak. With each step I take, my heart rises to the point of an unbearable crease in terror and fright.

"Yet her smiling face never reaches me"

Softly her words trickle to the core of my shivering pores. She knows I can hear her, and I know for sure she's waiting.

"Daddy's gots a blade with a pretty shine and"

I can scarcely see her hair as I slowly seep into the room. She's in the dark corner, the walls dripping in decay and the fur rug splattered in a brown flake that long ago was blood.

"Since he made mommy sleep deeply"

Her brown hair is musky and clumped together, and her once pale skin is clotted with dirt and flakes of blood. Her skin is so moist that it even had an almost dead color and a yellow undertone. Pieces of her skin where pealing off but instead of blood a dry careless fume of puss lingered, as if etched in her arms and legs.

"He's coming after poor little me"

Her long clumped hair looks as if it hasn't been washed in decades and it covers her face. I can only stare at the blur of cracks that reveal any skin of her face.

"He's gots a malice smile and a toothy grin and"

She has, what seemed to have been white, now almost brown and yellow and a sickly green dress hanging in her body. The lacey pink in the bottom is now so brown I dare say it looks black.

"A glimmer of hate in his shiny eyes"

Across the room of her, taking in the disturbing, putrid site, I decide to step forward. Terror still ringing in my veins, but despite that, I still hold on to her distinct and soothing voice.

"And since mommy can't come to protect me"

She starts to raise her head slowly and almost eternally, I stop my steps and watch, my insides curling inward with the sharp suspense. I then see her eyes, the sclera yellow and rotting, despite that her pupils are glowing blue, almost angelically beneath the grotesque appearance. Her dark blue lips so dry and chapped, and her pale skin so rancid it hurts to look.

"He stabs me in the neck and makes me…"

She stops singing, her voice layering a predicting echo in my ringing ears. She just stares at me for the longest while, not for a split second moving her eyes in any other direction but to mine. It's inhuman, the way her eyes don't glaze over, the way her pupils don't irritate, or how her stare doesn't rustle with the wind from the rusty open window in the room. Then again, that makes me notice how my own eyes lay still and untouched by involuntary needs. How it has seemed for hours and days and years that we look at each other, unmoving and unraveled. Sore in movement and completely and utterly still as the ringing silence that envelopes and engorges our presence seeps in with her anticipating finish.

"…die"

She finishes, almost a whisper, so hoarse you could cry from the heavy feeling of betrayal hiding and cornering her tone. Terror subsides, but wavers in my core. She sang that her mother's smile was so beautiful that it compared to an angels. Even with this rancid face and decaying soul, I want to see her smile, see her glow in brilliance. So I reach out to her, I want to touch her. I reach out so leisurely it almost seems like the air is as thick as mud. For a moment, the need to protect her overwhelms me, makes me whole, kills this terror, and sings a lullaby of hope. And for a moment she almost smiles at me. Almost.

Then she screams. Bloody murder; so macabre it crushes your bones. Her head swinging down, making her hair cover her face once again. I cover my ears and grit my teeth. It's so loud I want to die. It's so painful I can't stand it. I just wanted to help. I just wanted to see her smile. What's going on? Why does she hate me? What is she scared of?

Still, she keeps screaming, and by now my ears are bleeding. She takes no pause for breathe and shows no sign that she needs one. It's like a never ending façade. A never ending torture. It hurts so much I want to die. Despite that I still want in my heart to see that smile, to see her light. So I reach, despite the pain, despite the crushing screech that scrapes my ears. It's so loud my eyes and nose are starting to bleed. Blood is pouring from my mouth and gaping, flooding wherever it leads. So I reach, to hear her sing once more before I die, to make her stop this fatal song. As I am halfway to her, her hands flare up and grabs my arm, crushing it, breaking it, snapping it in half. I can't even hear my own scream over hers. She won't stop. And when I look at her, her eyes are bleeding, but not like mine. Mines are bursting with pain, hers are like subtle tears streaming gracefully down her cheeks.

I fall to my knees and grab the side of her face with my other hand. I thought the act as a sign of peace and comfort, but she screams louder and my heart literally bursts and floods my lungs. Before I breathe my last breathe, I see her lips turn from dark blue to black.

Then I wake up.

I wake up screaming and crying and shaking and my mind is so mad I can't see straight. I clutch my hair and scream into my lap with eyes stung open, bloodshot with horror. The bedroom door opens and the lights turn on and I hear light footsteps lead to my way. I can't stop screaming, it's like the girl's screech of death was given to me and I can't stop even though my throat doesn't seem like it can take it anymore. It hurts so much I want to die.

Then I feel warm, soft, worried hands wrap around me. My mother's scent blows to my conscience. I then realize that I'm alive, alive and in my room. I'm in my room and scaring my family, again. I stop screaming, gasping and coughing. My mother pats and rubs my back. I realize I'm in a sweat and my head is drenched with it.

"Calm down, Sweetie. It's only me." My mother sooths.

I start to cry again, this time a wrenching, gurgled sob brakes and I'm shaking so hard I almost think there's an earthquake.

"Calm down! Jeesh, it was only a nightmare." I hear my dad say, half drunk, half asleep.

"Randy! Can't you see the state he's in now! This has been happening every night for the past two months. Aren't you in the least bit worried!" My mom yells angrily, her voice shaken with worry.

I hear my sister scoff and mumble, "Tuuuuurd…" before I hear her steps walking away to her room.

"Whatever. He's just doing this to get attention, and you're feeding into it, Sharon. I'm going back to bed; I've been working all day so I deserve some God damn sleep." My father whines.

"Randy!" My mother screams, but holds me tight and protective as I hear my father's steps lead away.

"It was the g-girl again." I managed to say between chokes of sobs.

My mother said nothing and just kept petting my hair.

"She sang the s-s-song again. T-the one about her d-death." I weep.

After a long silence my mother squeezed me tight and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll get you a therapist as soon as day comes. We'll figure out a way to stop this dream. So don't worry." She sooths.

I nod, still shaking. It's at the point where I don't even care if I need to go to a therapist, as long as this nightmare stops and I can get my sleep. As long as I don't bother my family in the middle of the night. As long as I never hear the girl's gorgeous song ever again. It hurts so much I want to die.

The bell rings and I brake from my half slumber and smack my head down the desk hard. A roar of laughter erupts around me in the classroom.

"Stanley Marsh!" The teacher yells from her desk. "You dare fall asleep in my class as I'm lecturing!"

The students are rising, containing laughter as they exit the class. I see Kyle, Kenny, and Butters waiting for me outside the door. I hurry to gather my stuff and push them in my book bag.

"If you want to play it like that, then next class's test of my lecture today is worth 40% of your grade this quarter! If you fail I will call your parents and issue an administrative detention! You are excused."

I smile an apologetic smile and wave goodbye at my teacher rolling her eyes. Then I dash out the door and see my friends, and Butters, outside. Kenny is chuckling, pointing at me immaturely, while Kyle is face palming himself and shamefully shaking his head as if he was a disappointed mother that just found out her child was a fucking moron. And Butters… well he just gleefully smiled like he always did.

"Jeez, Stan. This is like the 5th time this week and it's only Wednesday." Kyle said in a bitter scold.

"Mmhfh ah dmmha mm hmmh hmm hrmmhmr hmm hmh hm mrhm. (Dude, I gotta say this is the funniest one this week.)" Kenny mumbles behind his orange parka.

"Ya know, Stan. If you keep on not sleepin' right, ya gonna be all grumpy and m-mean." Butters said, blushing.

Why was he blushing? Oh well, that's an easy one. He's the typical cute, Lolita boy character who somehow has a permanent blush on his face. It's so Mary Sue-ish it hurts. It's so fucking annoying it hurts, or makes me want to hurt him.

"Yeah yeah…" I say yawning profoundly as I start walking to the next class.

"See this is what I mean, Stan. You look like you barely sleep and next thing you know it you're going to buy so much coffee to keep you up. Then you'll end up looking like a jumpy crack addict and steal Tweek's place in life." Kyle jokes harshly, if that even makes sense. Let's just say it was a bitter sarcasm. Yeah, that sounds better.

"Oh hamburgers! And then you and Tweek'll have to fight and see which one wins. And if Stan'll win that'll mean that poor old Tweek wouldn't be Tweek anymore." Butters said bumping his knuckles, actually serious.

We all just stop walking and stare at him oddly.

"Jesus Christ, Butters." I say, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose.

"Well gee, Stan. I think your lack of sleep has affected your eyesight, cause I don't see Jesus Christ anywhere." He said with a sheepish smile before giggling like a little kid who was just tickled.

Kyle face palms, I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose and sigh, and Kenny just stands there like the little decoration he is.

Anyways, we walked to our next class and I had to go with Butters and separate from Kyle and Kenny. Not to mention Clyde and Craig are in my next class. Great, the bike-curious, the dumbass, and the asshole in one class. That's why I hate math. Never ending numbers and retards at my side. At least Jimmy and Timmy are there, they're pretty cool, except maybe Jimmy who always makes lame jokes.

"Well hiya, fellas!" Butters chirped.

Craig just flipped him off and Clyde waved while sitting in the lap of that Kevin kid. Which by the way, there are only three homosexual couples in South Park High. At least the ones that I know of. Those couples are Clyde (Clyde is bisexual actually) and that Asian kid (Kevin), Bebe and Wendy (yeah, Wendy and I broke up in the 7th grade and in 9th grade she started going out with Bebe Stephens), and Kyle and Cartman. Dude, the thought of my super best friend kissing that fat lard of ass is disturbing, especially seeing them fight every fucking day even though they've been dating since last year.

Jimmy smiles and Timmy just shouts out his name. I wave nonchalantly and sit down. I yawn and put my head down, waiting for the teacher to come in and start class. See? I'm just a normal guy with semi-normal friends in a semi-normal school with average grades, living in a weird ass town. I'm normal, that's the point. I don't have any troubles or any horrifying memories as a child (well the shit that usually goes down in South Park doesn't count). I'm not a psycho or a morbid lover. I don't really watch horror movies (at all) and just stick to good old comedies. I don't read much, nor do I really play horror video games, just awesome normal ones.

All that doesn't fit into the equation of why I'm always dreaming of this girl. The girl with the calming voice, or the disturbing words. The girl with decaying skin or yellow sclera with a shining blue glow in her pupils. The girl with dark blue lips that turn darker with each blood soaked tear she sheds. The girl with screeching screams in the lingering silent. Why do I dream of her sitting in the dark corner with a rancid face and clotting hair? Why do I feel her overwhelming loneliness and her shadow of a smile? Her haunting words are drenched in my mind, drowning my thoughts. All I hear are her words, and all I think of is her melody. Her hoarse whisper hurts so much I want to die.

Absent minded, I start to hum her melody at the outside lunch table. I'm sitting next to Kyle as he sits next to Fatass. Butters is sitting in front of me and Kenny is next to them with Pudding in his arms. Not pudding as in food, his girlfriend pudding.

"Watcha singin', Stan?" Butters ask.

"Huh?" I look up, processing what he just said. "Oh, just some song I know." I say as I play with my unidentified slosh in my lunch tray with my spork.

"What's it called?" Kyle asked, curious.

"I-I don't know, really. It's not even a real song. It just pops up in my dreams a lot." I answer.

"How's it go?" Pudding asks.

"Um, well it's not… it's kind of weird. Not really pleasant." I said, nervously.

"Like Manbearpig weird, or Garrison weird." Cartman interjected.

"Like horror movie weird." I answer.

"But you don't even like horror movies." Kyle said.

"Pussy." Cartman laughs under his breathe. Kyle smacks his arm while I glare at him.

"Mmph mmph hmm, Mphrmm. (Just sing it, Stan.)" Kenny said.

I pause for a moment and think if I should. I sigh and give up. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Well go on." Pudding says.

"Oh hamburgers…" I hear Butters say.

"Mommy's gots a smile of a thousand angels

Yet her smiling face never reaches me

Daddy's gots a blade with a pretty shine and

Since he made mommy sleep deeply

He's coming after poor little me

He's gots a malice smile and a toothy grin and

A glimmer of hate in his shiny eyes

And since mommy can't come to protect me

He stabs me in the neck and makes me die"

I finish singing, and gulp dryly from saying those words out loud, and also from saying them to my friends. I look up from my slosh of lunch tray and find everyone is staring at me like I'm the bitch from The Ring.

"Dude…" Kyle says.

I grab my lunch tray and slam it to the trash can nearby me. I get up and say, "See, this is why I didn't want to fucking sing it." I leave and I go to the back of the school near the dumpster where the Goth kids hang out. They aren't here today. It's Tuesday and they only come to smoke here every other day and today's not that day. I hear footsteps and see Kyle and (ugh) Butters come out and walk towards me.

"What do you two want? You want to send me to a fucking institution or call 911 and report 'possible serial killer kid, needs counceling'." I say bitterly.

"Stan." Kyle says, staring at me seriously. "Is your father hitting you or your mother? How about your sister, is she okay?"

I'm… appalled. Shocked and confused. Offended and pissed off.

"What?" I say in a growl.

"I mean, Randy doesn't seem like the type to hit his kids, but then again he drinks a lot and is known to be a bit…" Kyle continues.

"Of a retard, yeah, I know. Despite that, my dad never hit me or my mom, and no one even thinks of messing with the she-bitch." I continue, "It's just some stupid reoccurring dream that really has nothing to do with me and I really don't know why the fuck I'm dreaming it. It's just some dead girl singing it in a decaying room and when I try to comfort her she screams so loud and won't stop and then makes my ears and eyes bleed and when I try to touch her she grabs my arms and breaks them and then I die."

"Oh hamburgers. It's gotta mean somethin', right?" Butters said bumping his fists.

I shrug.

"How long have you dreamt this?" Kyle asked.

"For a bit more than 2 months. I wake up screaming and stuff but don't worry; my mom is looking for someone to interpret dreams." I reassured.

"Stan." Kyle said.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"I can interpret dreams easily." He said like it was nothing.

I just stare at him like he was fucking Jesus Christ himself as he killed that fucking pope that Easter I was in 4th grade. "Dude…" is all I can say.

"Just come to the table. I have nothing else left to do today, since all I have is art and drama, fuck I hate drama, so we can skip and I can tell you what your dream means." Kyle offered.

"Wait a minute, fellas. I wanna come too, but I can't skip school, I'll get grounded for sure!" Butters said.

"Don't worry, Butters, the principal and teachers like me so I can crease my way through without your parents finding out." Kyle says.

And before I can tease him calling him a Nerd King, Cartman comes out of nowhere (I swear he's a fucking ninja sometimes… though it's hard to believe cause he's so fat) and says, "I knew it, I knew you were a sneaky Jew! Using your nerd powers for evil. Where's your morals Kyle? Your precious ethics! You're so Jewish it hurts!" Cartman teases.

I see Kyle fuming with rage. He then kicks Cartman square in the… area you would not want to be kicked if you were a guy, and screams, "Fuck you, fatass!" And starts to leave, signaling for Butters and I to follow.

We do and as we start walking we hear Cartman whine, "Guuuuys! I wanna come too."

"Well hurry up then, r-tard." Kyle said pouting and I could see a blush tint in his cheeks. It must be nice, to love someone.

With that thought we all walk to the park and Kyle and I start swinging on the swings as we talk while Cartman is trying to fit his big fat ass in one of the poor swings and Butters is playing with the sand.

"Why are we in a playground?" Cartman complains.

"Cause I like swings." Kyle says swinging up.

"I l-love playgrounds, fellas! I mean the swings are my favorite!" Butters chirp.

"Hey fatass, stop trying to fit your giant ass in the poor swing seat, let Butters on it." I said.

"Fuck you, Stan! You know, I bet your like, a wannabe ghost victim. Or like you are…" Carman starts before Kyle cut him off.

"Shut up, Eric. This is a dream, not a fucking ghost situation." Kyle said as he swung low.

Cartman whined and pouted fiercely as he made the big show to sit in the sand as Butters sheepishly went to the swing.

"Okay, so Stan, do you have a piece of paper and a pen or pencil?" Kyle asks me.

"I nod and stop the swings so I can get to my book bag. I take out the pencil and paper and hand it to Kyle who's already stopped swinging.

"No, write down in clear detail your dream on the paper and then bring it to me." Kyle says.

I shrug and go ahead and write my dream as detailed as I can. After about thirty minutes I come back to Kyle who's purposely kicking sand at Cartman who's complaining, but obviously is blushing, and all the while, Kyle is giggling and trying to aim at Cartman's face with each kick. Butters is simply lost in his own world, still swinging back and forth, oblivious. I give Kyle my paper and he reads it for about a minute or three and then stares at it, it becomes a bit awkward.

"Dude, I didn't think it'd be this… well dude your dream is fucked up." Kyle finally said.

"Well what does it mean?" I ask impatiently.

"Wait a minute Stan, I can't just tell you by reading it. Interpreting dreams isn't magical or shit. There's actually a trick to it. Anyone can do it." He says taking my pencil.

He starts circling words. "You see, I circle the words that describe something you see. Not what happens, but what you see. Then I list them up and ask you some shit." He explains.

I nod my head and after he's done listing the words I wrote, he then makes a dash to each word.

"Okay, this could take a while, but this kind of thing only works with recent reoccurring dreams. Or really, really recent vivid dreams. Got it?" He asked.

I nod in response.

"So here's how it works. Clear your mind completely, and whenever I say a word, you say the first word or phrase that pops in your mind. No matter how stupid or funny or embarrassing. It won't work if you don't and it'll throw the whole thing off. Got it?" He asks.

I nod in response.

"Okay, so, blue." Kyle says.

"Bird." I respond.

"White."

"Cup.

"Hat."

"Yellow."

"Hair" Kyle says.

"Girl." I say.

"Room" Kyle says.

"Keys" I say.

"Dark"

"Monster"

"Hiding"

"Corner"

"Claustrophobic" I say.

"Walls" Kyle says.

"Emptiness"

"Claustrophobic" Kyle says.

"Tight Space."

"Tight"

"Lost"

"Hunted"

"Hiding"

"Wow." Kyle says. "So Dark and Corner really do connect."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"It could mean the girl is hiding from something, someone."

"Wow, I never really thought of that."

"See how your subconscious works? Ok, Blood." Kyle continued.

"Pain"

"Lullaby"

Kyle give me a look like he's confused. "Lullaby."

"Child"

"Girl"

"Trouble"

"Protect"

"Love"

"Want"

"Food"

Kyle chuckles. "Okay, dude. I think we got a little far with this, but, Food"

"Eat"

"Death"

"Death?" Kyle asks.

"I dunno, thought of dead animals."

"Animals"

"Help"

"Love"

"Okay, so we went in a circle. So you say that in your dream, you really wanted to help the girl and see her smile, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, so?" I ask.

"So in your dream, you're in love with the girl." He concludes.

"What? That's stupid." I say.

"Well you are in love with the girl, in your dreams of course." Kyle insists.

"Okay, so how does that…" I stop when I see something that made my blood turn cold and my heart stop.

There she stood. The girl that haunted my dreams like a vacant lie. Like a buzzing fly that cannot be squashed. She stood there, from a distance a swirl of fog dancing around her slim, rotten body. Someone would have to squint to see her, yet, I could see her so clearly. Too clearly. Far too clearly, you couldn't even imagine. Her clotting hair parted slightly to reveal her yellow sclera and bright blue pupils. Her black lips dead and far etched a frown so deep. Her fists clutched and her legs were tight. Her eyes showed no emotion, just death, but her body language was pissed. Almost as if containing rage.

I sucked in my breathe and just stared, almost shitting my pants. Kyle looked at me curiously then at the back of him. He turned back.

"What are you staring at?" He almost laughed, nervously.

"You can't… see it?" I said, trying to find the words in my head.

All I could think of was, "She's here. She's fucking here! Out of my head, out of my subconscious. Outside in the real world. The only place I thought I could escape from her, and yet, she's here."

"No," He looks again. "I just see a tree and fog, dude."

"Can't you see a person!" I almost scream, nerves getting to me.

Kyle looks a bit shocked at my lash towards him. He checks again. "Yeah, so?"

My mind snapped to his attention. "You can see her!"

"Yeah, just some girl. Jeez, don't be so paranoid. You really are becoming like Tweek." He joked.

"It's… it's her. The girl from my nightmares." I say, so soft Cartman or Butters couldn't hear.

Kyle looked shocked and looked back. He squinted, and I knew even though he did, he couldn't see her as clear and vivid as I did. It was like she stood afar, but I still saw each detail of her as if I were close to her.

"She does look kinda dirty, but maybe you're overreacting." Kyle said.

I shake my head. "No, I know it's her. It's fucking her. Outside my head… what is she doing out of my head?" I say outloud.

"Dude, she's mouthing out something." Kyle said.

My heart jumped in terror, adrenaline rushing. I paid attention to her putrid black lips. "…Die…" they mouthed out.

"They…. will…..die…." she mouthed. I caught a glimpse of her teeth, almost purple and brown, some even black. They had a sharp gloss on them that shined as she opened her mouth.

"Who…" I asked out loud in a whisper, I saw Kyle stare at me confused out of my peripheral vision.

"Him, her, everyone. I'll kill everyone." She mouthed.

"Why…" I asked, my voice cracking in fear.

"Because I love you too." She mouthed.

I just stood there, still in terror, the confession didn't subside it.

"I love you and I want you all to myself." She mouthed.

"Don't…" I whispered.

She didn't mouth anything, she just grinned a malice smile, a toothy grin. Just like in the song.

I wanted to run, but I stayed. I still don't know why.

Then she mouthed, "I love you, and it hurts so much I want to die."

I gasped and when Kyle looked back again, she took a step forward. I abruptly stood up, startling Kyle, Butters, and Cartman.

"Now! Fucking NOW!" I shrieked. The three looked at me like I was Al Gore.

Mommy's gots a smile of a thousand angels

Yet her smiling face never reaches me

Daddy's gots a blade with a pretty shine and

Since he made mommy sleep deeply

He's coming after poor little me

He's gots a malice smile and a toothy grin and

A glimmer of hate in his shiny eyes

And since mommy can't come to protect me

He stabs me in the neck and makes me die"

She started to sing as she kept walking, slowly and leisurely. The three recognized the song from when I sang it at lunch. Kyle was the first to react.

"Holy shit, man! You're right! It's her!" He screamed. "Dude, what does she want!"

"She said… she said she loves me so much that she will kill everyone because she wants me all to herself." I said.

Kyle just looked at me, who was still staring in terror at her, and to her. She was closer.

Butters shrieked and I snapped out of it. I ran to him and grabbed his hand.

"Kyle, Cartman, we have to run to a house. Anything!" I scream.

"Like running to a house can really keep a supernatural being away!" Cartman shrieked.

I ignored him because for some reason in me, I knew it was the best chose.

They both start running full speed while I am running with Butters to the neighborhood. I can still hear her sweet and soothing song, but it is definitely not soothing at the moment. It's terrifying and I just want her to stop. Why does she even love me? When I tried to help her, to comfort her, she screamed, broke my arm and killed me! So why now? Why me? Out of all the fucked up shit that happens in this town, all of it is incomparable to this!

We run, adrenaline pumping through us, Cartman's house, the closest one by. His mother isn't home and we are alone in a giant house, being chased by a crazy rotting girl who wants to kill us all but me. Maybe even me. Either way, I don't want to see my friends, and Cartman, die. We lock the door and start panting. There is a wave of sheer relief that collides with a distinct victory, but all of that is shattered when we hear a slam in the door.

"Stan…" she says behind the door.

"Please go away, don't hurt them! They didn't do anything to you!" I scream.

"Stan…" She said again.

"Dude, I don't like this. Some creepy chick is chasing us!" Cartman screamed.

"Shut up, fatass! Can't you see your burying your own grave!" I scream.

"Stan…" The girl starts,

"Broken glass cuts too deep

Singing words may not clean

Still my heart wants to feed

With latent love that shouldn't mean

Clever words without distain

Don't be fed with lies again

If you cry I'll die of pain

And if I am left alone

I'll make the sky rain

Sshh, never dare to ask why

It hurts so much I want to die"

She finishes and then there is silence. I look past the hole in the door and she isn't there anymore. She's gone. I look back at the guys and they all look like they're gonna shit their pants.

"Oh hamburgers! Stan, I don't wanna die!" Butters starts crying.

He runs to me and buries his head in my chest and clutches to me. I want to push him away, and I do try, but he won't budge. Kyle and Cartman are just processing through their minds what just happened.

I don't know what that means. The poem. I know it's a declaration of love, but some words I didn't get. Especially the last line. It bothers me, because I've been thinking those words for a while now, and to see her mouth it in the park, and hear her say it out my door. It makes me shiver. I want to cry and scream, but I hold it in. I hear Butter's sobs brake out on my chest.

Kyle comes over and pats Butter's back. "It's going to be fine, Butters." He said, his face obviously knowing he's lying.

"Liar!" Butters scream, "She's gonna to kill everyone and there's nothin' we can do to stop her!"

I pat Butter's head and hold it in place, still calming my own nerves.

Then, I hear the howling wind blow outside, and I know this is going to be a long, dreadful night.