She's Not Who She Says She Is
Scipio and the other officers arrived at the scene of Brianna's death at the school. He was interrogating one of the students, who looked scared for his life, "Did you see anyone with Brianna when she was killed?"
"No, I was eating with my friends when it happened. Look, I know Brianna was a bitch, but no one would actually kill her." The student explained.
"Thank you, you should get back to class." Scipio excused him.
"Scip!" Bo ran up to the dectective, "Scipio, I need to talk to you."
"Bo, what is it?"
"It's Galatea. I think Galatea killed Brianna."
"Bo, don't be ridiculous. We both know Tea, she wouldn't kill anyone. It's unlike her."
"That's the thing. When I saw her, she didn't look like the girl I knew ten years ago. She's changed, Scip."
"I'll talk to her, get back to class."
"Scip…"
"Go, Bo!" Scipio's voice grew stern as he watched Bo run back inside. Scipio walked inside the library, silent as death, where he found Galatea, peacefully reading. "Tea."
Galatea looked up from her book and turned around, "Dad! I mean, Scipio." She smiled.
"Galatea, if it's all right with you, I'd like to ask you some questions."
"All right."
"Apparently you heard what happened to Brianna."
"Yes, I have."
"Where were you around the time she was murdered?"
"Here, in the library."
"Students said that Brianna threw pie in your face, is that true?"
"Yes, but I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Then I headed straight for the library." Galatea looked down in disappointment, "Are you accusing me of murder, Scipio? You know I could never do such a thing."
"It's not that, Tea! It's-"
"It's because you don't trust me! After ten years, you don't even trust me. Not one bit."
"Galatea, I-"
"This conversation is over, Detective Fortunato. It sickens me that you don't trust your own daughter." Galatea got up, fixed her skirt, and departed away from Scipio's sight. As the library doors closed behind her, a mischievous smile crept onto her pale face.
Later that night, Scipio and Gretchen were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes in silence.
"Is there something wrong with Galatea? She seemed kinda distant when she came home today." Gretchen said, breaking the silence in the room.
"A student was killed today at her school."
"What?"
"Galatea was probably shaken up from it. I don't think a kid like her wants to remember that on her first day at a new school, do you?" He lied. A trait that stuck to the man like glue. Such a skill could get you out of any situation, big or small. If you knew how to play your cards right, of course.
"Right. Should we let her stay home tomorrow?"
"Who would watch her? Both of us would be at work."
Gretchen hid her worries as she wiped the plate.
"Gretchen, I know this girl, she's tough. Tough as steel, I should say."
"All right. But if something happens at that school once more, I'm pulling her out of there. A girl filled with nothing but tragedies shouldn't be given any more trauma."
"Of course." He caressed his German beauty's face and kissed her.
Lurking in the shadows of the doorway was two amber pools staring at the young lovers. Galatea stared at them deeply, with no emotion on her face. As if, the machine inside her was starting to surface. At that point, as if nothing happened, she carelessly returned to bed.
Two weeks later.
Galatea sat in Writing class, looking out at the birds chirping right outside the window. A small smile cracked on her face as they flew past, one by one. Her attention was brought back as a paper was laid out on her desk. The amber eyes flew to her paper, only to cause a shock in her.
Once school was over, Fraulein Reinheit was in her classroom, packing her valise, minding her own business. Out of the corner of her eye stood Galatea, quiet as the dead.
"Fraulein Reinheit?" Galatea spoke.
The woman jumped as she acknowledged the girl, "My goodness, Galatea! You startled me!" She chuckled.
"I'd like to talk you about something."
"Of course. What is it, dear?"
"My homework assignment. You failed me for it."
"Galatea, you failed to understand the instructions I gave you. Write a story about euphoria. You wrote about tragedy and suffering. That is the complete opposite of what I asked for."
"If you could give me another chance to do it-"
"I'm sorry, Galatea, but I don't do second chances. It wouldn't fair to everyone."
Galatea expressed a cold look on her face as she closed the door behind her. "If second chances didn't exist, then I wouldn't be here."
"What are you saying?"
Galatea walked up the woman and grabbed her arm, "I'm saying that I've never once experienced a moment of happiness in my life. All of my so-called life was filled with pain and suffering!"
"Galatea, you're hurting my arm! Please let me go!"
"What makes you think I'm going to let you go? And what makes you think you're going to get out here alive?" Galatea's evil smile broke through as her eyes turned red.
Outside the windows, you could hear a loud crack and rip, followed by a splatter of blood on the window. Five minutes later, Galatea leaned against a desk, covered in blood and out of breath, as she gazed at the blood, scattered parts of what used to be Fraulein Reinheit. Trying to find a way to leave the school unnoticed, Galatea grabbed Fraulein Reinheit's coat and threw it over herself, hoping that she got away with this gruesome murder and headed home.
The next morning, Galatea slept comfortably in her bed as Gretchen rushed in and shook her awake.
"Galatea? Galatea!" Gretchen became frantic.
Galatea rubbed her eyes and sat up, "Gretchen? What's wrong?"
"They closed school for the day!"
"How is that worrying?" She chuckled.
"No, sweetie. Your teacher, Fraulein Reinheit was found dead in her classroom!"
"What? That's terrible! She was such a sweet lady." Galatea feigned her grief.
"I talked to Scipio, you're staying home, young lady." Gretchen stroked her pale face. "Don't worry, Bo will be over in a little bit to keep you company. I have to head to the office. Promise me you won't cause any trouble?"
"Does this look like a face that could cause trouble?" Galatea gave off an innocent smile.
"Atta girl." Gretchen kissed the top of her head and ran out her room, "I'll see you later tonight. Maybe you can help me with the wedding plans."
Galatea hopped of out bed with a sigh and walked over to her closet. Inside held the coat and her bloodied uniform. Hopefully, nobody would look.
An hour later, Bo had come over and the two teens just watched TV.
"I can't believe Fraulein Reinheit is dead. She was always so nice, why would somebody kill her?"
"I don't know, Bo. Sometimes, people are not who they say they are." Galatea replied.
Bo looked at Galatea, feeling very unsure, "Yeah, I get the feeling." He knew something was not right. Something was wrong with Galatea, very wrong. "Hey, I'm going to use the bathroom real quick. Be right back."
"All right."
Bo got off the couch and headed upstairs to Galatea's room, "There's gotta be something in here." He looked under the bed, ran through her dresser, and finally opened her closet. Hanging in front of him was a pink pea coat with pastel striping inside, "This…This is Fraulein Reinheit's coat." As his eyes stared down, he found the bloodied uniform, bunched up in a messy pile. "Oh, my God!"
"What are you doing, Bo?" Galatea appeared from behind him.
"Tea! What the hell is going on?" The boy grew scared
"What do you mean?"
"Tea, this isn't you! There's something wrong to make you act like this!"
"Bo, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm completely fine."
"You're insane. You killed two people!"
"So? Bo, I've never felt so alive before. I can finally show my true colors, but I'd like to do it little by little." She giggled.
"What happened to you, Tea?"
"What's wrong with me, Bo?" She grabbed his neck so hard he couldn't even breathe, "What's wrong with me is the fact I've been repressed for so long. No one even understands me, let alone accepts me. Now, if you were smart, and I'm sorta hoping you are, you wouldn't say a word of this to anyone, not even Scipio. Got it?"
Bo gasped for air.
"I assume that's a yes." Galatea dropped him, letting Bo fall to his knees. "Now get out."
Bo ran out her room and out into the backyard in a hurry, dialing Scipio on his cellphone, "Scip? Scip?"
"Bo, what is it? Are you all right?" Scipio answered.
"It's Galatea. She's not who she says she is."
AN: Sorry it's been so long guys, over a year I should say. But times are tough right now and i'm trying to make the best of it. Please read and review. Enjoy!