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Warning for canon character death, mentions of feminine hygiene products, periods, blood, and a slight bit out of character. This story is told from the point of view of the main antagonist Chris from Carrie by Stephen King. The word count is 782 words. I hope you all enjoy my first foray into the writing fanfiction for Stephen King's Carrie: Chris's Side of the Story.

In the last living moments of her life, Chris couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten here. With Carrie White staring her down as Billy sped towards the blood-drenched girl. She had only meant to help the girl by tossing her a tampon and telling her to plug it up. It wasn't her fault that some parents didn't teach their children about their anatomy.

But then Miss DeJardin had taken the girl to the principal's office and the principal had given them all a choice. Detention with Miss DeJardin or having their prom tickets taken away. How was that fair? She had only been trying to help the girl. It wasn't her fault that the other girls started throwing tampons too.

"This isn't fair," she hears her own voice ringing through the fog that is starting to take over her mind. "You can't do this."

The sting of the slap she'd received still felt as sharp as though it had just been delivered. She had felt the tears welling up in her eyes at the moment. But she blinked them back because as her father said no one ever got anywhere by crying over things.

"They can't do this," she had cried passionately to her friends, looking to them for help and support. "If we stick together they can't do this."

"Shut up, Chris," her supposed best friend Sue Snell had said. Those two words stung her more than the slap from their gym teacher had.

She had stomped away angrily and went to vent to Billy about what was going on. Which didn't really help because all Billy did was tell her what she wanted to hear. She needed someone to tell her the truth but no one had ever been willing to do so. Not until today. Not until Sue told her to shut up.

I was only trying to help you, she thought as she looked hopelessly at the unblinking outcast of a girl in front of her.

She could see the girl falter in her steps a bit. The look of shock peeked quickly through the veil of anger and vengeance. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Chris couldn't help but wonder if the other girl could hear her thoughts.

No, the voice of the terrified girl filled her mind. You were trying to make fun of me. You were doing what you do best.

Chris's mind spun as she looked over at Billy who was smirking evilly at Carrie White. How had she let it all come to this? How had she let it all come down to one outcast killing their whole senior class and most of the town? Was this all her fault? Was this all Carrie's fault? Or was there someone bigger to blame?

I'm sorry, Carrie, she thought, watching the disbelief filter over the girl's face. I didn't mean to hurt you. I only did what I was taught by my parents. I'm so sorry.

I am too, Carrie's voice blared through her mind once more. This time the girl was staring at Billy and Chris couldn't help but wonder what she was hearing in his mind. Was there anything going on in his mind at all?

He was laughing as he continued to drive straight towards the blood-drenched prom queen in her angered mania. His eyes looked deranged and Chris just wanted to go back to before the bucket of blood had been splashed over Carrie. To go back before she'd even thought of the plan and change her mind. Was it so much of a big deal not to go to prom?

Carrie, move, she thought, seeing that Billy wasn't slowing down. He would plow the girl over and kill her if Chris didn't act.

Carrie stayed stubbornly where she was staring down the driver of the car. She didn't move a muscle or show that she'd heard anything at all. She just stared with that same intent look she'd had on her face since she'd gotten into their path.

Chris could feel her body moving of its own accord. She slowly reached out a hand and yanked the driver's wheel towards her. Which in turn caused the car to veer off its course and towards the bank of gas pumps not too far away.

She watched in dawning horror as Billy was thrown through the windshield. She could feel her own face shattering the glass on her side. The pain was dreadful but was short-lived. As the darkness took her in its loving grasp she couldn't help but think once more, I was only trying to help you. I'm sorry. And then she felt no more.

I hope you all enjoyed Chris's Side of the Story as much as I enjoyed writing it.