"Carrie."

A voice wakes me up from my sleep.

I sit up and there's Tommy. He's standing at the bottom of my bed, in his white suit, smiling down at me. I climb out of bed and he takes my hand, leading me downstairs and out of the house where a white limousine is waiting for us. But we aren't at Rita's house, we're at my house.

I'm wearing my Prom dress. It is flowing and beautiful as we descend the porch stairs, heading for the limousine. We climb inside and Tommy starts to kiss me. I kiss him back and he wraps me in a tight embrace.

The car moves for what seems like a few seconds before stopping.

I can smell burning.

I can hear screaming.

I look out the tinted windows and Ewen High is up in flames. Prom-goers are running out of the school, only to be thrown to the ground and pulled apart, limb from limb.

I scream within the limousine, watching in horror, and then I see myself on the lawn. I'm covered in blood, grinning at the dead bodies around me.

"Carrie?" Tommy says from behind me and I turn to him.

His right side is splattered with blood and he looks ghostly pale.

"What did you do?!" he screams at me accusingly and I flinch.

Something trickles down my arm and I suddenly find myself soaked in blood, head to toe. I turn to the school, only to come face to face with the other Carrie. She stares in at me through the glass with red eyes. The grin on her face is so horrifying that I scream.

That's when the limousine lifts from the ground and we are thrown into the fiery blaze of the school.

I wake up for real this time, panting and soaked with sweat, not blood. A gasp escapes my mouth when I see what's around me. Everything in the room is floating in mid-air, including the bed. The digital alarm clock from the bedside table drifts in front of my face. It's three-thirty in the morning.

I scream with frustration and anger. I don't even feel it coming. I just do it.

A lamp which is still attached to the wall flickers uncontrollably along with the over-head. The house rumbles for a moment and the bedroom window rattles. I stop screaming and everything crashes to the floor at once.

I roll off the bed, landing on the floor, scrambling to the wall as the bedroom door is thrown open. Rita pauses at the door, looking at the mess before running in and bending down next to me.

"Are you okay?" she puts her arms around me. It's comforting to know that she cares more about me than her own property that is strewn around the room.

I don't cry, I just lay still in her arms.

"Did you have a nightmare?" her soothing voice asks.

I nod in reply.

"Do you wanna go for a bath? You're soaking."

"Yeah." I say.

We stand and she still holds me. It's now that I realize how much I love her. I love her like I did Momma. Like I still love Momma. I think back to Anne Frank's diary that I read in eight grade. At the end of the book, she writes: "It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart."

I'm a big believer in the last part of the last sentence. Even though Momma tried to kill me, even though Chris wanted to hurt me, I still believe that they were good people. Everyone has their problems. Momma wanted me to go to the Lord because she believed it was the best for me, and it was. She didn't want me in the first place and she knew that I was a monster. I was her problem. I can remember rumors going around school that Chris was sexually abused by her older brother from the age of five to eleven, until he went to the army. He was her problem. He scarred her for life, which is why she had so much anger and wanted to inflict harm on others.

Yet I find it hard to believe that "people are really good at heart" when it's in regard to me. I'm a different species. I'm a life gone wrong. I hold something inhuman inside of me. I am not good.

So, I decided to title this story after one of my favorite songs by Digital Daggers, but thank you guys SO much for all the cool suggestions! I also decided to make a playlist that kind of shows you what Carrie feels inside. You can check it out on my profile. :)