Chapter 1 I Watched Her Bleed
It was dark that night. So dark. So dark it was too perfect. As if god wanted me to do it, or maybe not god. Maybe someone else.
Hopping the fence had been easy enough. It was getting in, that was the trouble. But it gave you a perfect opportunity to watch what was going on, and in my criminal mind, I could plan it all out. My mother told me I had great imagination.
(so vivid!) she would tell the neighbors.
(she doesn't get it from me, that's for sure.) she would tell my elementary school teachers, with their absurd rules, beehive hair, and their fuckin stink perfume that smelled like ham and vomit.
(wonderful imagination!)……
I could see it perfectly in my head. Sarai Montgomery, with her perfect blonde hair and her perfect make-up. Her perfect family with an adorable younger sister. No doubt she would be in her beautiful room, sprawled out like a Greek goddess, bitching about anything in her life that wouldn't go her way. Bitching about her perfect life. Striving to kick anyone down so she boost her own pathetic self-esteem, the shit.
I could see it, Sarai, in a thin blue nightgown, so you can see she wore no bra, in her bathroom. Her brilliant, ice blue eyes are slighted, snarling at the mirror in an ugly manner. Probably going to bitch that she had one small pore on her nose. The windows are open, so its rather chilly. Her sister runs in the room, in pink pajamas, marveling at her pretty sister. No parents home. Probably getting wasted at a high-class rich people party with the rest of their tennis club buddies, her father red-eyed, and her mother already past out in the back of their fancy BMW.
I can see it all, everything opens up when I'm in this state of mind. Nothing can hide from me. I can see life as it is, undiluted, uncensored, and, just the way it is.
Sarai turns, scared from some reason. Understandable, she's home alone with her bratty sister, one layer of clothing away from being naked, beautiful and icy, her flimsy arms unthreatening, and no buffed up boyfriend to protect her. Perfect.
She gets annoyed with her sister. Addie, that was her name, with skin like cream and just as soft, can only utter one word: Ribbit. I can imagine Sarai getting annoyed with that after awhile.
What I wouldn't give to have a sibling like Addie. So she leaves her sister alone, uncaring, and she lies on her perfectly furnished, warm bed, trying to fall asleep, but is too scared to, for some reason. I can see myself nimbly climbing in threw an unguarded window. It's easy. Just hands on the sill and nimbly going over. Undetected by the younger sister. I stand in the door frame of her room, of Sarai's room. She is not even truly asleep yet.
She wakes up, and in that shrilly voice of hers, I can hear her words. Her usually pretty face twisted into an ugly mask of fury. This is what Sarai can say…..
"Addie if that's you I'm going to kick your mother fu-"
She clicks her lamp on, and she see's me.
A skinny, lanky tall figure. A green striped jacket with the hood pulled over my head. The shadow covers my face, and you can't make my face out. Brown bangs cover my eyes, a glint on my right hand.
"Wh-Who are you?" Sarai asked shakily, "Wha-What are you-"
Oh, she's scared now. Fear dances across those blue eyes. Oh yes, she should be afraid.
I can hiss something at her, not that it will make much difference. But I like talking, it breaks the tension.
"Do I LOOK like your sister, you stupid bitch?" she bites her lip, like I want an answer, "Are you too STUPID to tell the difference, bitch, or are you too preoccupied with Mt. Rushmore, growing on your face?" She gasped and I knew I struck a nerve. Oh happy day. I tilt my head to the side.
"Get the FUCK out of my room Beyotch-!" she tried to utter, but she would only get as far as fuck, before I showed her my little surprise on my right hand.
It's a glove, an old, workers glove, with blades for fingers. I was a fan of those movies, ever since my step daddy acted nice to me for the first time in my pathetic life. But this isn't about that night.
I can imagine it all, Sarai's blood spewing out of her sweet neck, after I shoved those razors into her stupid mouth. She would gurgle, her last sound, and those precious icy blue eyes would never be seen again after they roll into the back of her head. Her perfect body would start to convulse, and I knew she wasn't dead yet. She was going into shock. I snapped my hand back, breaking her pretty neck in the process. I would sit awhile, and watch that blood come gurgling out of her awful mouth like a fucking fountain.
I would walk out of that room, and little Addie would look up at me in wonder, not knowing what was going on, and I would pat her on the head, because that was all the comforting she would ever get from me, a stranger. And she would utter the only word she knows how to say.
And as soon as I had imagined this, it is done.
--
The sun shined down on the unlucky children down below on earth. Two of them were lying on a yellow school bench table, trying to ignore the heat. All the good spots were already taken, and though they usually got good treatment, no one was giving up their spot to the band members of Wait it gets Worse, because today was just too fucking hot, and they had to make due.
Kaden and Asher lay side by side together, ignoring their food. Duckie and Molly approached them, and began eating around their sweaty bodies.
"Food?" Duckie asked, eyeing the forgotten apples and slices of pizza.
"Too hot to eat." Kaden mumbled.
"Too hot to do anything," Asher second, in a monotone voice.
"Well, no shit Sherlock," Molly laughed.
"Hey, don't taunt me and my investigating ways."
Duckie patted Asher's left combat boot, "Aww, don't mind her. She's just jealous because you're a ninja."
"And I have mad skills?"
"Exactly."
Kaden rolled over on his side, "Crucified Christ, I feel like that maniac they roasted in the eighties."
"Shut up about that, just because Hazel is a fan doesn't make it okay." Molly snapped.
Duckie glared at Molly, which was an odd thing for Duckie to do, considering the only thing she glared at was ice skates and that concerned an accident in the eighth grade.
"Oh Mol, It's not as if anyone here doesn't fucking KNOW about it anyway. That secret got out four years ago."
"Where's Hazel, anyway?" Kaden glanced around, "I haven't seen her since last night."
"YOOOW, what happened last night, huh?" Molly teased.
Kaden leaned over, "We made sweet bastard love children on her couch and ate hot pockets. It was delicious."
"The hot pockets or Hazel?"
"It's a close one, the hot pockets had pepperonis stuffed in them."
"Hey, does that mean you're cheating on me?" Asher smacked Kaden's back.
"I cheated on you a long time ago with the entire cheerleading squad. They just can't resist my charms."
"Yeah, what you do?" Molly snickered, "Put on a Michael Meyers mask and jump out of the bushes?"
Kaden's eyes widened comically, "Oh my god that's exactly what I did!"
"That's how he asked me to the dance," Asher smiled, "Except it wasn't a Michael Meyers mask, it was a gorilla suit,"
"And I jumped on top of her from the lockers."
"And then Hazel came and shoved you off the table you're lying on?" Hazel appeared, the skin around her eyes black.
"Wow, girl, anymore all-nighters and you can pass off as that raccoon that eats out of my trashcan." Kaden said in astonishment.
"You say the nicest things, but I couldn't help it," Hazel smirked.
Asher placed her fingers gently under Hazel's chin and tilted her face, "Sweet, if you don't get some sleep, I'm going to beat the crap out of you with a chainsaw made out of hammers so you can slip into a coma so you can have a decent night's rest."
"Awww, I'll sleep tonight, just for you." Hazel drawled in false sympathy.
"Appreciate it hon," Asher smiled.
Then Duckie began talking and the group was forced to attend conversations, that were pointless, and stupid but were fun to bitch about. Like what would happen if the principal was a vampire and what was REALLY in the mystery meat.
Then a creepily cheery jingle interrupted a topic about bees and why was it funny when someone was killed by them, and Molly took out her flashy cell phone and peered at the secrets of the universe, more commonly known as a text message.
"OMG!" She shrieked, and the group stared at her in annoyance.
"Molly, what have I told you about talking in cyber speak in the real world?" Kaden asked in a bored tone.
"You told me that I deserve what ever comes to me, but that's not important right now." Molly hissed, gazing at her cell phone as if she had died and gone to heaven.
"More important than preventing the downfall of society?" Asher said in fake shock, "Okay, I'll bite. What does your horoscope say today?"
"Not my horoscope. Amy Kursten just texted me saying that Queenie Sarai Montgomery SNUFFED it last night."
"What?" Duckie gapped from her tomato sandwich.
"No way. I don't have that kind of luck." Asher insisted.
"A living nightmare can't die. That's not the way society works." Hazel seconded.
"Well, she did. Ricky Splandler was ditching today and he walked by her house. The ambulance was a carrying a body bag to the van. And you know that stupid charm bracelet she always wears? Well, the arm was-!"
"They give too many characters for text messages," Kaden whispered to Asher, interrupting Molly in mid-rant.
She stuck her tongue out, "Well, believe what you want, but this just proves that there is such a thing as justice in the world."
"Ah, the American dream lives on," Hazel smirked.
And so go on the lives of normal teenagers…..