To Sheila, my dear little sister, as always
Sophie had printed these words on the inside page of her new novel. She always dedicated them to Sheila… she loved her so much. They had so many memories…
4-year-old
Sheila Westlane was sitting in her 19-year-old sister's lap,
holding a book of fairy tales.
„Oh,
Sophie, Sophie, how I'd love a fairy of my own! I wish I was a
fairy"
„Let
me help, Shee."
„Here,
it's done." Sophie handed her sister a portrait of her, just with
wings and antennas.
„Oh,
how sweet! I'll colour it later. You know so lovely star names…
how would you name a fairy?"
„Hmm…
yes! I think I'd go for…
…Shaula.
„Now,
Shee, I don't think you should come for the dedication this
morning. They will chase you! And at school…"
Sheila
immediately surrendered. The face of a bully flashed in her mind. Oh,
you think you're so cool just 'cause your sister's famous!
She won't let that happen to her.
Sheila and
Bety laid on the bed together.
„Shee!
Where's Shaula?" asked suddenly the tiny star.
„Um…"
Sheila began to feel awkward „…I let her go. She wanted to be
free."
„Liar
Shee!"
„No! Oh,
okay… I left her at Foster's home. She needs a new life now… I
was in her way. She's a teenager like me now…"
„Um"
Bety jumped on Sheila's chest „now, let we speak of something
else…"
Terrence…,
thought Sheila. She had to check later that afternoon.
„Oh,
so where's your beloved Sheila…?" asked Shaula, still
tied up inside Terrence's wardrobe.
„Shut
up…" growled Terrence.
Shaula
swung her feelers around. She sensed something… something that
Terrence really wanted…
„Come
on, come on…" she whispered to herself, hoping she could feel
more clearly. She peered out of the wardrobe, trying to find a clue.
There was a photograph on his bedside table. She couldn't help but
grin when she saw it. Sheila was staring horrfied at the camera while
Terrence was embracing her from behind. He had a passerby to take the
photo.
Then
she suddenly got it. Sheila's eyes!
„Terrence,
I'm thirsty, will you give me some water…?"
The other Shaula at Foster's suddenly rose her feelers, her eyes flashed red. She felt danger approaching…
„Terrence…"
said Shaula in a deeper tone, staring into the boy's eyes. He
couldn't help. He couldn't turn away. Those intense black eyes…
„No…
no!" he said weakly „Sheila…"
„Sheila,
Sheila…" repeated Shaula, with a hypnotic gaze „set me free,
Sheila won't know for now…"
Terrence
gulped. Then he slowly leant down…
„Free…"
Shaula jumped up and down, and swung her finally untied arms
„Terrence… you're the best!"
She kissed
him on the cheek and left the house in a hurry.
Terrence
collapsed on the bed, caressing that particular spot on his left
cheek. He was still in a daze. He hardly understood what had just
happened…
„Frankie… I'm going for a walk" said Shaula, and ran out of Foster's home. She had just turned round the corner when the real Shaula appeared on the other end of the street.
„Who's
that now…" Sheila sighed as she heard the doorbell ring. Her jaw
dropped. Shaula stood there, eyes glowing red.
„Get
out, get out, before Bety sees you!" and she pushed the fairy on
the street „Bye, I'm coming later!"
Frankie
was just wondering whether Shaula did say the truth or actually went
in search of Wilt when the doorbell rang.
„I'm
coming!"
There was…
Shaula. Panting and a dark fire burning in her eyes.
„Shaula…!
Man, that was fast!"
„Where's
Wilt?" the fairy asked.
„Gone…
Shaula! But you were here… wait…"
„That
was not me! Where's the other Shaula?"
„What
do you mean with other Shaula? Sorry, I don't get it…"
„Oh,
man! I'll explain later!" and Shaula slammed the door. She had to
find Wilt.
„What
do you mean Shaula has been freed!" Sheila couldn't
believe her ears, as she sat with the other Shaula in a hidden corner
of the nearby park.
„I have
no idea" she shrugged her shoulders.
„Anyway,
get back to Foster's now. If she's there, find a way to get rid
of her. I have a little speech with someone else…"
„TERRENCE!"
„Sh-Sheila…"
the boy backed away.
Sheila
pushed him apart and tore open the wardrobe door. It was completely
empty.
„WHERE.
IS. THAT. STUPID. FAIRY!"
„I…
I…" Terrence stammered.
„IDIOT!"
Mac arrived home holding the new novel of one of his favourite writers, when he heard crashes and screams from Terrence's room. Was he smashing everything once again…?He took a peek inside… and stood, as if frozen there, in the doorway. A girl, who showed an uncanny resemblance of Shaula t. J. F., was pinning his brother down on his bed, and hitting him so hard as if he was a punchbag. The drawers and the wardrobe had been all emptied, their contents thrown all over the floor, Terrence's table lamp smashed, a vase broken, the discs thrown all over the pavement…
A couple
of minutes later, Sheila stood up victorious.
„I
have no idea why did I waste my precious time in faking feelings
for such a stupid, worthless, ugly, pimply, terrible, stupid
idiot like you!
And with
this she threw the framed photograph on the floor and stepped on it,
breaking the glass.
„That's
what I think."
And she left, without noticing Mac hidden behind the door.
Terrence whined, slipped off the blood-stained sheets and fell on the pavement. He didn't care for his wounds, his blood now dripping also on the rug…
His heart was where the real damage had been done.