CHAPTER 6
Flashback
That night, Carrie sat on her cot, thinking about the night that had sentenced her to 12 months in Camp Green Lake. She tried as hard as she could to remember, but no images came to mind. She remembered her earlier vision, but couldn't remember when that had happened, or what it had to do with anything.
She also remembered the splitting headache that had occurred at the same time. Carrie rubbed her head, unintentionally causing her blistered fingers to burn. As she looked at her hands, she seemed to remember something. It sliced into her mind and left as quickly as it had come.
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Carrie glanced up at her boyfriend, who was just as drunk as she was. He staggered toward her.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Carrie glanced at the boy whose lap she was sitting on. He looked oddly familiar. "Kissing. Do you mind?"
"Mind? Why would I mind? You're just my girlfriend!" He stammered.
"Well, not anymore." Carrie turned back to the boy and kissed him on the neck.
"Get off!" Jason screamed. He pulled Carrie off the boy's lap and punched him in the face.
"Jason!" Carrie screamed. "What are you doing?" Suddenly angry, she pulled him up to her eye level and punched him in the stomach.
Carrie froze. She looked at her hands, not quite believing what she had just done.
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Carrie gasped. If that vision was true, then it WAS true. She HAD started the fight. She laughed hysterically inside her mind.
"Good little Carrie Brown, in a boys correctional camp, charged for 3 crimes and guilty of 2." Carrie whispered gleefully. She realized how insane she sounded and sobered up almost immediately.
"I'm such an idiot. Why did I do that? Why did I go on that date? Why?" Carrie groaned into her pillow. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. She felt a hand on her back.
"Do you want to go outside and talk?" It was Zigzag.
"Yea, I do." Carrie stood up, wiping her eyes. She followed Zigzag outside of the tent and sat down on the ledge near the showers.
"So, what's wrong?" He asked. It was a simple question, and Zigzag was probably expecting a simple answer. What he got was an explanation.
"I think I'm going crazy." She sobbed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm getting these visions or hallucinations or something, and I don't know if they're true or if I'm trying to fill in the blanks of my conviction with my imagination."
"Wow, slow down. You had visions about that party?" Zigzag asked, his eyes wide.
"Yea." Carrie replied, regaining her composure.
"Well, what do you remember?" He prompted.
"Well..." Carrie went on to explain the details, trying to come across as a completely sane person.
"Dude, that's crazy." Carrie noticed that Zigzag didn't look into her eyes when he said this.
"What's up with you? You've barely looked at me once out here." She tried to look into his eyes, but he looked away.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm tired. I'd better get back to sleep. Goodnight." He quickly got up and ran back into the tent. Carrie stared at his retreating back and willed him to return, but he didn't.
She couldn't believe it. Was it? It couldn't be. Carrie refused to believe it. But something inside her told her that it was true.
Had Zigzag written the note?
Flashback
That night, Carrie sat on her cot, thinking about the night that had sentenced her to 12 months in Camp Green Lake. She tried as hard as she could to remember, but no images came to mind. She remembered her earlier vision, but couldn't remember when that had happened, or what it had to do with anything.
She also remembered the splitting headache that had occurred at the same time. Carrie rubbed her head, unintentionally causing her blistered fingers to burn. As she looked at her hands, she seemed to remember something. It sliced into her mind and left as quickly as it had come.
____________________________________________________________________
Carrie glanced up at her boyfriend, who was just as drunk as she was. He staggered toward her.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Carrie glanced at the boy whose lap she was sitting on. He looked oddly familiar. "Kissing. Do you mind?"
"Mind? Why would I mind? You're just my girlfriend!" He stammered.
"Well, not anymore." Carrie turned back to the boy and kissed him on the neck.
"Get off!" Jason screamed. He pulled Carrie off the boy's lap and punched him in the face.
"Jason!" Carrie screamed. "What are you doing?" Suddenly angry, she pulled him up to her eye level and punched him in the stomach.
Carrie froze. She looked at her hands, not quite believing what she had just done.
___________________________________________________________________
Carrie gasped. If that vision was true, then it WAS true. She HAD started the fight. She laughed hysterically inside her mind.
"Good little Carrie Brown, in a boys correctional camp, charged for 3 crimes and guilty of 2." Carrie whispered gleefully. She realized how insane she sounded and sobered up almost immediately.
"I'm such an idiot. Why did I do that? Why did I go on that date? Why?" Carrie groaned into her pillow. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. She felt a hand on her back.
"Do you want to go outside and talk?" It was Zigzag.
"Yea, I do." Carrie stood up, wiping her eyes. She followed Zigzag outside of the tent and sat down on the ledge near the showers.
"So, what's wrong?" He asked. It was a simple question, and Zigzag was probably expecting a simple answer. What he got was an explanation.
"I think I'm going crazy." She sobbed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm getting these visions or hallucinations or something, and I don't know if they're true or if I'm trying to fill in the blanks of my conviction with my imagination."
"Wow, slow down. You had visions about that party?" Zigzag asked, his eyes wide.
"Yea." Carrie replied, regaining her composure.
"Well, what do you remember?" He prompted.
"Well..." Carrie went on to explain the details, trying to come across as a completely sane person.
"Dude, that's crazy." Carrie noticed that Zigzag didn't look into her eyes when he said this.
"What's up with you? You've barely looked at me once out here." She tried to look into his eyes, but he looked away.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm tired. I'd better get back to sleep. Goodnight." He quickly got up and ran back into the tent. Carrie stared at his retreating back and willed him to return, but he didn't.
She couldn't believe it. Was it? It couldn't be. Carrie refused to believe it. But something inside her told her that it was true.
Had Zigzag written the note?
