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Elvira had not been left home alone like that again for the next three months. Her mother had grown more than overprotective, not allowing her daughter to leave the house by herself or to sleep in her own room alone. On nights that she had to work, her mother would ask her to invite a friend to spend the night with her. She would also make sure that her child took the medication that she was perscribed to keep her calm and relaxed and not on the verge of a nervous breakdown in the morning and right before going to sleep. Granted it took a lot of money to pay for the doctor's visit, therapy, x-rays for Elvira's arm, and the cast and sling for said arm, her mother wanted only the best for her daughter. She would sooner go into bankruptcy than allow her daughter to suffer.
Elvira saw her mother standing in the driveway as the bus pulled up to drop her off. She sighed softly as she stood, shouldering her bag on her good arm. Leave it to her mother to be waiting for her like that... She's been like this ever since the Jeff thing happened... she thought to herself. But I guess I can't really blame her... He did say that he would come back for me... Hopping off of the bus, she was instantly guided into the house, answering whatever questions her mother had for her. "How was your day?" was met with "Fairly moderate." and "Did anyone try to hurt you?" was met with "Not at all." All in all, the questions were fair and all of them were met with the truth.
Until, that is, she was asked one that had made it difficult to be truthful.
"Did you hurt anyone?"
The blond had to tred carefully through the murky water her mother had put her in. Ever since Jeff tried to kill her that one night, her mother was afraid that his insanity had somehow rubbed off on her innocent little girl. Time and time again, she denied it, telling her mother "Insanity isn't like the common cold or the stomach virus..." over and over. But as time wore on, the girl would feel it. Down deep inside of her. That itch to hurt someone. More and more, it grew. Especially with the people in her school poking fun at her. Granted, it never got to her before, but ever since Jeff came into her life, everything in her just felt hyper sensitive. Being touched felt like someone was putting a flame against her flesh. Looking around, she would see rot and decay then, blink. All of it would be back to normal. Smelling brought the scent of horrid copper and iron, the smell of blood, before going back to normal. As for tasting... Tasting made everything taste horrible instead of delicious. Only certain things didn't make the girl sick to her stomach. But whenever people made fun of her, asking her stupid things like "Did you boyfriend come and see you last night?" or "I bet she did that to herself, the clutz. Probably fell down the stairs or something stupid like that," she wanted to hurt them.
She would even fantasize about murdering them. In various ways.
All of that only happened whenever she was thinking about Jeff, though...
She felt like her old self when she wasn't thinking about the creepypasta...
Steeling herself and putting up the best poker face that she could, she looked at her mother right in the eye and said, "No, Mom. I didn't hurt anyone."
Her mother contained a sigh of relief, smiling at her daughter. "Alright. Can you call one of your friends and have them stay the night with you? I have work tonight..."
Nobody was able to. Everyone had plans. Everyone was too busy to watch over the girl with the seriously overprotective mother. But the poker face remained. "I'll see who is able to..."
"Alright, sweety..." Her mother pulled her to the kitchen, having her sit at the table. "Let me make you a quick dinner while you call up your friend..."
Elvira pulled her phone from her pants pocket (she had found that it was easier to just keep it on her person at all times rather than worry about not having it near her ever since the night with Jeff), going through her contacts. The only person that she knew of that didn't have plans that night was some preppy little bitch, and the only reason why her number was in the tan girl's phone was because the bitch had needed a tutor and Little Miss I-Got-My-Arm-Busted-So-I-Can't-Really-Do-Anything decided to be a goody two shoes and volunteered. Containing an obvious groan of distaste, she pressed the button and called the girl.
A snotty, high pitched voice met her on the other end of the line. "Hello?"
"It's Elvira."
"What the Hell do you want? I thought that we made a deal about studying on Monday's and Thursdays only."
It was that kind of attitude that made the blond want to slap her across the face. "We did. But we have a test in Chemistry on Wednseday and I thought that you would like to spend the night so I can help you study for it."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Do I have to spend the night?"
"To keep my mother satisfied with the fact that I won't be alone, yes."
"My God, your mom still thinks that there is some creep after you?"
Thankfully, the bitch was one of the rare few who actually believed that there had been indeed someone who sneaked into her room. Sadly, the same bitch was one of the many who believed that the girl had set it up to get attention. "Yes. I live in the middle of the woods, so the fear is going to linger for a while."
"Why don't you just fess up to her, you little skank. We both know that you set it up!"
Elvira wished desperately that she could pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Of course, with a phone in her hand and her other arm still twisted out of commision, that would not be happening any time soon. "I keep telling you that I didn't set it up. Look, are you going to come over here and spend the night and get a free tutoring session or not?"
The bitch on the other end of the phone snorted. "Fine. Since it is a free tutoring session, I'll come over and stay the night. But don't be expecting us to become friends or anything stupid like that."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Be here in half an hour."
Before the prep could complain about how that was obviously not enough time to do her makeup and hair before she got there and all of that stupid stuff, Elvira hung up the phone. Her mother sat down a glass of apple juice in front of her.
"I know that I'm asking a lot out of you whenever I work nights..."
"It's fine, Mom. I understand..."
"I'm just worried about you..."
"I know."
It was a little while, but Little Miss I-Perfect showed up with three bags of stuff for her to spend the night. Elvira showed her the room that they would be sharing. "Just throw your crap where ever you want, Ivy. I have a blow up mattress that you can use if you want to. And just so you know, there is no way that I am giving up my bed. I just got it comfortable enough for me to sleep on again thanks to this stupid cast..." the blond mumbled.
Ivy rolled her dark green eyes, flipping her pale brown hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. As if I was planning on sleeping in your bed." She tossed her bags to the floor as Elvira fell back onto her bed dramatically.
Of course, the blond instantly hissed and cursed loudly.
"Not the smartest thing to do..." she grumbled to herself, sitting up. Her mother peaked her head in, dressed for work in her blue work shirt and name tag and black slacks and black tennis shoes. Her light blond hair was pulled back in a small bun and her blue eyes were lined in a thin layer of eyeliner and light yellow eyeshadow. She smiled at the sight of the two girls in the room.
"I'll be back around nine in the morning, alright, girls?" she cooed softly. "I left thirty dollars in my special hiding place for you to order pizza should you want some."
"Alright, Mom," smiled Elvira. "Be safe at work, okay?"
Her mother smiled a bit more and nodded. "I will be, sweety. Be good, you two." With that, she left the two alone, closing the door behind her. There was a silence between the two girls until they heard the front door open and then close, being locked from the outside.
Ivy pulled out her Chemisty book and walked over to sit beside Elvira. "So, on to the topic of this stupid test..."
Elvira looked at her in surprise. "You aren't going to say anything about my mom?"
"Why would I? My mom does that kind of stuff to me, so I'm not going to be a hypocrite." Ivy opened the book and grumbled, looking for the right chapter in the book.
Elvira shook her head, getting rid of her shock for the moment. She flipped to the right page of the book for the preppy girl. For the next two hours, the two girls studied Chemistry, the both of them hating how complicated the subject in and of itself had to be. Finally annoyed with it in its entirety, they decided to go into the living room and watch television. Well, Elvira wanted to watch television. Ivy wanted to sit there and fuss over her makeup by applying two to three more layers on over the one layer that she slopped on before being forced to hurry over.
Either way, both girls were distracted, and both girls lacked to see the never blinking eyes watching them from the living room window, the never falling smile growing wider.
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~Elvira