Four Little Miss Nothings

Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee

A/N: What the flying lizards? My mind is a wicked little thing that goes in opposite directions that heart ponders upon…so I write on. But you! Yeah you, little mouse! You need to get your hands on the mouse and swerve it to the Review Sign; and then, my friend; you type your inner thoughts and feelings on the wild world I have created on a web page. Well…yeah; so basically bitch about Bella, in this case, of course.

Bella's POV:

I watched Charlotte and her devils giggle in such an evil inhumane way. I watched her brother, Mason, and his disgusting friends stroke Rikki viciously, and Charlotte slapped her with a clap and then wrenching cackles. I stood there; a perfect display of the constipated anxiety-ridden lost soul.

I knew how evil Charlotte was appearing. I couldn't bring myself to rid the tears glowering down my cheek as I watched Rikki get tied up, hung so terribly doll-like across the wall. Mason's friends were spraying the fire-extinguisher's sharp blows across the scorching wrath of the fire; and then how they so cruelly scorched Rikki. Her shrieks of hatred and fear called to me. I still saw how her eyes were shattering so wickedly in hope I would…save her? Come to my senses? Free myself? No one would know.

Charlotte creaped above her, smiled that hideous taunting smile, and hit her with horrendous force; only a monster would do in repetition. Rikki weakened as her hand crippled under the pressure of the tying duck tape. I heard her whisper, "Bella…" and I wondered where I'd be now if Charlotte and I had never met again.

"Bella…This is a place of calm serenity. No one can judge you here. We are all here to listen and help you come to understand yourself," The rest of the group nodded. I looked around the uninteresting room. I wore the ugly gown of yellow; marking my committing to Ireland's very own Sea Pines, otherwise known as Sick Minds.

I looked around at the thin amount of tired face staring back at me. We sat in our Group Circle. Dr. Kathleen calls it our center of peace. I call it the pit of Hell. She expects me to tell my feelings, but she wants me to gush the wrecked nonsense of how I came to stab Grant Edger in his repulsive rapist eyes.

But I would never, ever, let them into my insanitized mind. They didn't deserve that.

I shrugged my shoulders. I looked down at the checkered pattern tiling of the tiles on the floor. But Kathleen didn't move on. She held her stare at me. "Bella, why don't you tell us about your life before your…incidents?"

I grimaced. "My life? It was…terrible." She looked at me in hope of me going on. I just bit my lip and sighed. "That is all. I'll choose when I should start to understanding why I'm 'special'." I twitched my lip sarcastically at her.

Kathleen had pursed her lips and was about to scowl-preach about how we should all try to connect together and relate to each other's so equally disturbing actions of past. But the door screeched to a halt, and I heard the sobbing of a dark red head and her amber eyes rolling you in so strangely.

She was sobbing; crying wickedly at her mother. I never thought her crazy words could ever make such sense.

"But, Mum! Believe me! Please believe me! I was a mermaid, and they were evil; these girls! I'm not crazy! I shouldn't be here!" Her eyes pleaded nonsense; but she in the middle of a breakdown. The sane structure of me would have found it hilarious; a girl who believed she had become a mermaid. But I was in there too, right?

"Charlotte! Control yourself. You are staying here…until…until you get better." I could almost feel the tears slipping out of her mother's eyes. Damn, they were causing such a huge scene. I was loving every bit of it and especially the fact that this was a distraction to Kathleen as well. A new victim she just had to sink her claws into and figure out her deepest darkest secrets. Kathleen didn't know Charlotte had a lot of them.

Finally, with fragile distaste I took in Charlotte's mother's swat of her daughter into the start of Charlotte's mental "journey". Charlotte stood crooked and slowly took in the thrilling beginning of her new life. Her ambers eyes strode to mine; I suppose I was the only interesting bitch in this room.

She gave me a sad slow wicked smile. I bite my lip and looked at her cautiously. And then by sudden instinct; we both giggled. We both had needed it. A giggle. A simple mind-chilling giggle. And then perhaps; we both got the visual flashbacks of a childhood memory long forgotten. It was one of sandboxes and little girl friendships. But after that giggle, after another dose of the poison darts in her eyes; my life would never be the same again.

"Bella…" My thoughts fizzled and I was taken hostage by those poisonous ember eyes. Charlotte smiled the same crooked wrong smile and referred to Rikki.

"You do the honors, Bells. Torture her with your powers into a terrifying cult where she wishes she were dead." I saw the frantic tears running down Rikki's cheeks and her eyes desperately searching for my remaining humanity. But Charlotte; the one who had been there, helped me into a normality, made me the closest thing I could be to me again-No. Cleo and Rikki had done that. Well, really, they had discovered a sane me, a happy one with no problems. But who did I owe loyalty to in the end? The answer was so frighteningly obvious.

"Charlotte…please." I whispered slowly as if the simplest sound could throw off everything. My mind was war. I knew two things. I knew fate had brought Cleo, Rikki, and I together. We were meant to be the sisters; not this twisted connection between Charlotte and I. But what about the screwed little Emma Gilbert? The mermaid whore who was probable to take everything I loved away from me. My best friends, and…

"Bella!" Charlotte was growing severe and angry. "Jellify her blood." Her teeth forced a skewed smile. I shivered and stared at Rikki's shaking body tied up so cruelly, her blue eyes blinking so rapidly; Was it possible that Rikki had done all the terrible things Charlotte obsessed over talking about? Yes. But not Cleo. Cleo was supposed to be the worse one.

I watched Charlotte's brother and his gang mess with Rikki…everywhere. Burning anger struck me. Why couldn't Charlotte see that Emma was the one who caused so much damage? She was their leader. She must have told Cleo to do all kind of insanitized slutty whorish things to try and get Lewis back and ruin Charlotte. They had ruined Charlotte…I knew this. But my soul was split; tearing in half in so many ways; I didn't want to breathe anymore. Complications of emotions enthralled me. Why couldn't it just stop? Why couldn't I be someone else…someone else who had never gone to an insane asylum, never met Charlotte and her wicked rays, and…never met the soul mate and soul sisters of my life? I wanted this battle to be over.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted…

Charlotte was shrieking angrily full of stabbing urgent recklessness and retaliation. Rikki was whimpering and calling my name. She knew; I know she did. I was still here… I heard the cracking of momentum as the evil…evil rapists; that was what they were. They had raped my best friend. Wretchedness eloped me.

Yet it was all so suddenly clear.

I wanted my two real sisters back. I wanted my one soul mate. I wanted to escape the dark wrath of Charlotte's evilness. And I wanted the unwanted unworthy mermaid of disaster dead. I would get what I wanted…I had to.

. . .

I smiled at Charlotte. I allowed my mind to outline the circling fire surrounding us; like a séance of some sort. But so wickedly torturous. "Charlotte…Rikki will be taken care of." I gave Rikki a small dent of my emotions. Couldn't she feel that I was true? She sobbed louder.

"But…the others can't leave. They must be…trapped."

. . .

That was all it took. I promised Charlotte I would come back for both her and Rikki. Rikki was strong; I knew she could handle the violence poured by such unnecessary hatred by my wicked ally. If she just held on…I would find a way to get what I wanted. I would hold the world in my hands again. Just like the years before Charlotte had reminded me what the sisterhood of mermaids had been all about from the beginning.

I was right. Even in my plan. Cleo, Lewis, Zane, as well as that repulsive Drake I had almost fucked needed to be here. To see the truth. Will needed to see it. He was the one thing that had made sense in a bitter imperfect way. Will and I were so different; it was only perfect we made total sense; two soul mates destined to each other.

But they all needed to see what a fraud Emma Gilbert was and how she needed to be tore down. And they needed to see me abandon Charlotte; I was going to do that. They needed to see where my loyalty lied…I just had no idea how to abandon the only soul who was more lost than myself. She would have her retaliation. I shivered in thought of what it would take to bring Charlotte down from the revenge she-we had been planning for almost four years.

But either way; I ran in my dementia. I had no clue what the powers of fate would deal in this mind war. I was still my own broken wrath of a mess. I just thought by knowing what I wanted; the real mermaid sisterhood, the banishing of Emma…It would make sense. But it didn't.

For a short time, it did, I suppose. I ran through the halls of smoke where guests were panicking in flee. I was my terrifying image of wandering humanity. I was still attired in the tiring yet magnificent witted aura of the disheveled white dress. My hair was in tangles; my cheeks burnt red from tiredness; and my eyes. They were coated in feared insanity. Perhaps I wasn't supposed to be aware of how mental I had gone. But I was aware. But…but…In the end, it would all make sense. They would see. The world would see. I would see.

I clasped the lighter enriching my firm hands. But I knew the real power lied within my own magical entity. My powers were ones of a killer. They had been given to us for a reason. My hysteria raged on. I threatened families, shrieked madness to the guest, and I demanded they stay here or they all would die.

Then I saw Will.

. . .

He was just as frantic as I was. He had been running like madness on steroids, pinning his thoughts to the person on the other end of his phone. If I had not been so precarious: I would have heard the sharp squeak of Emma. And I would have raged. But all I could hear was his gasp and see his eyes falter upon me and stare. For too many moments for it to be normal; we locked eyes and fought the urge to run crying into each other's arms.

But he shouted my name. Again and again and the unfortunate bystanders fell to the floor, frightened of what my impulses might do. I let out a cry and I ran. It was a reaction. It was not the right time. He couldn't see me be so…heartless.

But he caught up to me. We were scorching the stairs down to the pool. I remembered the third tribute to my LA insanitized chaos. The death of the little girl who had stumbled in my way. And the tape of it. The tape I had sent for Emma to cringe and remorse at.

And I knew Will would be ashamed. But couldn't he understand they were just people? They weren't important in the magical world. They didn't have a need for existence. Will and I were the destined ones in my fate. I knew it. My heart knew it like the back of my hand. But his face. It was such a mask of pain, insecurity, and loss.

He had caught my hand. I had nowhere else to go. He was going to ruin everything.

. . .

"Will! I love you!" My cold heart transformed into it's raging plea of frightening vivid emotions. Tears were somersaulting down my cheeks. Feelings wrecked me. Just as they wrecked him.

"Bella….What have you done?" My soul thudded. Disappointment, shame…-Fear. He was afraid of me. But his care, his…love for a being he now could never understand…It had brought his courage to chase me down these whacked off halls, suites, attractions, to my pit of despair. Where he demanded answers.

"…It'll all make sense in the end." My eyes plead with him. Just as quickly as I hoped to see compassion; anger tore all over his face.

"Bella! How is killing, murdering, …" His face split in the battle of his emotions. "innocent people ever going to make sense?"

"It's fate." I whisper so carefully. "Our fate. They don't matter. We'll look back and-"

He wasn't listening. "Bella, you need…psychiatric help!"

I shifted in worry. Why couldn't he see that this was what was best in the end? …If only I could rid myself of Charlotte, and get rid of Emma…We could go back to the way things were supposed to be. The way things were only less than four days ago.

I brought his body to me. I took his arms and smoothened him out until locating his hands and holding them tightly. I went high in kissing glee. I threw my pink lips at him and took him into my mouth. And I knew it was working. He didn't say a thing. He didn't try and stop me. I could ploy him into what was real.

I was suddenly on top of him shuffling his gorgeous chest to try and get his grey shirt off when disaster struck his face. "Bella, I loved you."

I giggled. "I know. And you'll love me even more when we make love on these stairwells." I hiccupped and forced my body on his. He shuddered. Soon enough, he pushed me away and jerked.

"Bella…I loved you. You're not…you, anymore. What's…happened to you? To us? To everything?" Suddenly I felt like he was whispering to himself. "Just three days ago; You and I were laughing because of the stupidity of the rest of our College. And now...you're gone. What's happened to us?" Exasperation hit me. "I'm going to help you. I'm going to try."

Now he was chanting. He was saying that he didn't love me anymore? I couldn't summon rational thoughts.

"But you still love me, right? You know I would never go through all this trouble, if…If it wasn't what's best for us…? You…You'll always still love me…." I whimpered in whisper, desperation seeking me out.

And then that one word change my era. He said it so cautiously, so frighteningly…He replied that one bitter, "No."

I couldn't breathe. He didn't…love me…now. His face was suffocating with seriousness. When would he see? When would they all see? I couldn't handle these…devastations. I… Sobs directed my face.

I got up on my feet and away from his aura. He had ruined everything I had built up in one tiny second. I was broken; even more embedded with whipping pain. I couldn't allow myself to do anything but scream and run from the bitter truth.

But I knew. Will would always remember, by seeing the vision of fear, hatred, agony… my last words of that scene in Pool Room. "You'll regret what you said. You were supposed to be in love with me."

My skinny legs and tumble of white dress ran enriched in pain. Will failed to catch me. Just as I now knew he would.

. . .

All the doors of the Hotel were locked. And now it was time to return to Rikki's torture. Had she chosen to believe I was mad too? Or did she have the decency to see what was true; the awakened sisterhood that was without Emma? What would I be forced to sicken her with at the will of Charlotte now? The time had come.

Charlotte, Rikki, and the…guys who deemed themselves as rapists at Charlotte's command were in the same sickening positions. Charlotte as head, giggling her satisfaction of pain. I knew who Charlotte hated the most. Cleo. If this is what she burdened on Rikki, what would happen to Cleo? Or…Emma…?

The rapists in relation to Charlotte were now pulling Rikki's hair violently. I watched her beautiful tangles get beat up and her face even worse. They were tearing up her entire new flashy outfit, and Charlotte chanted agonizing words to plant poison in Rikki's broken mind.

For once, pity invested itself inside of me.

But it quickly was banished, when Rikki croaked out: "You're sick." Straight at me. I looked at Charlotte in betrayal. She smiled crookedly and I knew Charlotte had fed Rikki lies of me. And hatred poured itself in my veins. She was the only one I hated so passionately that still had control over me. And I could do nothing about it.

She leaned over to whisper in my ears, "It is time for you to give Rikki a little suicidal cutting." And she cackled. Then she handed me the dirty knife crowned backwards from her hand. She placed it to me. And my soul pounded in disability. I couldn't do this to Rikki.

But still, I walked to Rikki's disheveled form and I smiled at her. I planned her to see that I was on her side; and she should have known this. We were best friends. We were tied in a prophecy of magic. But instead she gulped and anger came so bluntly through her pores, as well as hatred pinning me. It irritated me.

I never knew I would lose it when she announced her own truth.

Her anger got the best of her. She should have kept quiet and perhaps I would have found a way out for her. But a mind trilogy resolved next. And my emotions went viral.

"You're a sick, pathetic, disgusting, terrible, killer." Her voice was weak but the words stung. "Whatever you think you're doing here, you can stop. But if you don't…I can promise that you will forever lie in the hatred of everyone, Cleo, Emma, Will, and I's hearts." She concluded exasperated.

"No." I cried softly. I was emotionally numb and sizzling of feeling at the same time. "You will see fate did this. Magic, even. You'll forgive me. You have to. I had it planned out. You, Cleo, and I would be best friends for eternity; that was how it was supposed to be. And Will and I…." Sobs were in wrath. "We were supposed to be in love forever."

She closed her eyes in a moment of tranquility until it was severed by her hateful anger-filled watering eyes. "Will will never love you. He never did.".

I heard the snickers of Charlotte in the background. She was watching my every move; finding amusement of it. And the guys were smirking in ugly ways. This was no longer the frighteningly wonderful circus where I held the ropes of my puppets; but now I was being driven by the evil controllers of my strings; my emotions.

"No." was all I could reply to Rikki's so certain belief.

"You wanna know something?" I saw acceptance glimmer in Rikki's eyes. She was stable now. But why? I nodded grimly.

"Will and I…We…" She hiccupped back an attempt to a giggle. "We fucked." Silence settled my soul. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lies. That is what surrounded me. Numbness shattered me. I just stood and listened.

"Remember the night we saw Zane kiss Sophie?" Tears glinted in her eyes. "Will was there for me. I saved him. I was special. Perhaps, I always will be. I was the first one who ever saw him…" She shifted to a flashback but it was ended suddenly. "We made love, and then we both lied." Her eyes clung at the knife in my hand, so easily made into a thruster. "I just thought I should let you know…I enjoyed it. He did too. Will will never love you."

That was when my emotions aroused. And the puppet strings went loose. I was going into the chaos of my mind in the middle of a dark circus. Rikki was not what she appeared. She betrayed me. Cleo betrayed Charlotte. Emma was the outsider needing to be destroyed. They were all the bad ones.

When I threw over my emotions and knife at Rikki's arms, repeating over and over, taking pleasure in the wicked pain she endured; I thought of the whole entity; the sisterhood of mermaids, and the lying story of love. And I whacked it over and over again.

Then I stopped. I smiled slyly. Rikki's eyelids were fluttering. She was far from done with me. "I'm going to tell you what you are." I whispered.

I lodged the silver knife and I pierced the words so hypnotizing scarring Rikki with her lies for life. I stated simply, as the blood fell to the floor, LYING WHORE. It would forever haunt her. Before I destroyed her.

I read the fine bloody letters over again, and I smiled delicately. They were so clear and true.

If only I had the courage to admit, I had always been a hypocrite.

A/N: OH-EM-GEE. Wow. I can not believed I finished that. Parts of me feel like Bella's chapters are confusing crap. But that is what her mind looks like, so I'll let it be. It is currently 4am in the middle of the night, but I FORCED my lazy writer skills to knock this thing out. So I really do hope you enjoy it… Nothing too harsh in the review section… You all know I love hearing your insightful comments. It's just a click away.