Chapter 2: Carrie kills her mother Margaret White
(Later, at the White's Residence…)
Carrie stumbled down the street toward her house as the thunder and lightning struck. For a moment, she's seemingly regaining her senses. She sobbed as she approached the front door.
"Mommy." Carrie cried out. "Mommy. Mommy."
Hurrying inside, Carrie discovered a gaping hole in the prayer closet, large enough for a person to crawl through. Suddenly, she heard creaks upstairs and Carrie climbed the stairs. She looked around, but no sign of her mother was in sight. She went into her own bedroom, only to find it empty.
"Mama? Mama? Mama? MAMA!" Carrie yelled at her mother.
With Carrie's back turned to the hall, Margaret walked past her into her own room unnoticed. Carrie turned off the lights in her room and proceeded into the bathroom. She began to run a bath, removing her dress, and slipped her naked form into the tub. As she splashed some water over her face, adjusting her sight, she seemingly noticed all the blood on her for the first time since prom. She looked at herself in horror, realizing what happened tonight was all real. All the things she'd done, the people she hurt (Whether they were now dead or not), and guilt-ridden by her actions... she started sobbing.
After Carrie's vengeful prom massacre, her lips trembled and her eyes turned watery. Carrie washed her face twice and rubbed her eyes. She looked at her hands, still had blood on her. She tried to get the blood off her and cried for what happened; what she did, mostly. The clean water had turned into a bloodbath. Her knees pressed up to her chest and hugged it closer to her. She rocked back and forth like a traumatised child. All she could do was cry.
"No. No. No." Carrie said.
Carrie splashed some more water over her face, furiously scrubbing her arms with a full 'Out, out, damned spot!' around every inch of her body. Eventually, she hugged her knees to herself and just cried. When she was finally clean, Carrie left the bathroom in a simple blue nightgown.
"I'm sorry." Carrie whispered upsettingly, shaking her head.
Once she got out of the red bathwater, Carrie wrapped a cream towel and dried herself: face, neck, arms, stomach, legs and feet. She entered her bedroom and took out a baby blue nightie from her drawer. She dropped the towel on the floor and put on her nightie. Then, Carrie walked out of her bedroom, planning to see her mother. The whole house was dead quiet as if it was a good place for a ghost to hang around it.
"Mama?" Carrie spoke like a child and stopped at the edge of the stairs. "Mama?"
Carrie felt a strong presence behind her, someone was behind her. She turned her head and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a long white nightgown. Her auburn hair was down to her breasts and her bleak green eyes were looking at Carrie. Her mother, Margaret.
"Mama." Carrie went to her mother and they hugged each other tightly. "Oh, Mama. You were right. They laughed at me, Mommy. They all laughed at me."
"I knew they would hurt my little girl." Margaret whispered in a sigh, caressing her daughter's damp hair. Then, she confessed to Carrie. "I should have killed myself when he put it in me. We slept in the same bed, lived together sinlessly. Then, one night, I saw him looking at me in that way. And we got down on our knees to pray for strength. And that's when he took me."
"No, Mama." Interrupted Carrie, trying to get away from her but her mother pulled her in closer. "I don't want to hear it."
"And I liked it." Margaret placed her left hand on Carrie's cheek.
"Mama, no." Carrie whispered, begging her mother to stop talking about the conception.
"I should have given you to God when you were born, but…" admitted Margaret. "I was weak and I love you so much." Her green eyes started to tear up. "I said, 'God, let me keep my little girl. Let me keep her."
Tears fell from mother and daughter. Margaret's cold hand still rested on Carrie's warm cheek. Margaret took a breath in as she told her daughter the command in a whisper. "Let's pray."
"Yes, Mama." Carrie said and kissed her mother's hands. "Yes, we pray."
"I'll be the preacher." Margaret had given herself the role and Carrie knelt on the ground, still gripping onto her mother's hands. "You'll be my congregation." Margaret knelt on the floor and began her prayer. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name." They wrapped their arms around each other as she spoke. "They will be done on Earth." She took a kitchen knife out of the hole in the wooden floor. "As it is." the knife rose above her head. "In Heaven."
The knife collided inside Carrie's upper back and her mouth opened, releasing a gasp. A sharp pain rushed through her back and Margaret's grip tightened around the knife handle.
"MAMA!" Carrie shrieked and a strong force pushed them apart: Margaret in her room and Carrie falling downstairs, hurting her back even more.
Carrie landed on her back on the living room floor. Her eyes opened and Margaret walked down on the stairs murderously, the blood-pointed knife in her right hand. Carrie began to move backward while mildly injured.
"Mama, please." Carrie begged while crawling away in pain. "No, Mama. Mama, please."
"This isn't your fault, Carrie. It's mine." Margaret said as she sauntered closer to her child.
"Mommy, this isn't right." Carrie shouted.
"You know the devil never dies. He keeps coming back. You've got to keep killing him. Over and over again." Margaret said.
"No, Mama." Carrie said.
"Over and over again..." Margaret concluded, raising the knife.
"Mama, please. MAMA!" Carrie called out.
Margaret lunged for her, but the knife impaled into the floor.
"No! No, Mama." Carrie shouted.
Carrie didn't understand why her mother was acting this way. She knew Margaret was crazily religious but she would never harm her in that way. She dodged the knife as mother and daughter started fighting. Fighting for survival. Knife-slashing, Margaret and Carrie screaming as they fought for dominance until Margaret got on top. The knife blade got closer to Carrie's neck.
"MAMA, STOP IT!" Carrie cried out and pushed her mother up.
Margaret sliced her daughter's arm and Carrie screamed at the large slash. Both green eyes met, and Carrie knew one thing for sure. Her mother tried to kill her and she needed to get out. The knife rose up and a light gleamed at the blade. As the knife quickly dove, Carrie stopped the blade with her power. The blade stopped close to her face. Margaret, using her strength, tried to lower her knife down.
Then, suddenly, Carrie's telekinesis lifted Margaret up and off her body. Knives and needles flew out of their resting place and aimed at Margaret. Her green eyes widened in shock and gasped.
"Carrie." Margaret told her in a whisper, trying to calm her child down.
"I'm sorry." Carrie apologised, as she started to cry.
"CARRIE!" Margaret yelled.
Then, Carrie screamed and Margaret flew to the wall near the prayer closet. Sharp objects flew towards the pinned mother and the blades penetrated her body: hands, chest and stomach. Carrie lifted herself up from the ground and slowly walked to her mother. The blood was draining out of Margaret and she gasped, raising her head. Carrie pulled out all the sharp objects, knives and needles, out from her mother's hands and chest. She held her mother in her arms and gently placed Margaret on the floor. Carrie rubbed her mother's auburn hair as she shushed her dying mother.
"Okay. It's okay. It's okay." Carrie began speaking to her mother. "No one's going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you."
Margaret stared blankly at her child. Her heart slowly beat and her eyelids closed, hiding her green eyes. Carrie let the tears out from her eyes and hugged the lifeless body tightly. Her mother was dead. Nothing was left for her.
The door creaked open and a young woman entered the White house. Her blonde hair was damp and her blue eyes were watered. She was wearing her casual clothes: navy blue jacket, skinny jeans, a yellow top and a pair of blue tied shoes. She saw the mourning woman cradling her dead mother. Her heart ached for the daughter.
"Carrie?" a familiar female voice asked.
Carrie responded to the voice by turning her head and saw the woman. It was Sue, one of her tormentors at school and was spotted at Prom. Carrie's muscles tensed as her eyes dried.
"Let me help you, Carrie." Sue offered.
"Why couldn't you leave me alone?" Carrie asked while crying & angrily.
"I'm sorry." Sue apologized, crying.
Carrie looked at Sue and her right hand aimed at her. Sue's throat tightened and started to gag while gasping for air. Carrie didn't feel this sadness anymore. The only emotion she felt was anger.
"Look what you turned me into." Carrie whispered, cradling her mother's body and using her power to choke her bully.
"Don't hurt me, Carrie." Sue begged, managing to say through the choke.
"Why not? I've been hurt my whole life." Carrie replied.
Carrie then lets go of Sue and picks up Margaret's body in a bridal style. The house began to creak and rumbled. She continued to cry through her words, speaking to Sue. "I killed my mom. I want her back. I'm scared."
A large stone fell through the roof. The house rumbled as the raining stones continued to fall upon it. Carrie fell on her knees to the floor, still holding on to the body, as bricks and hailstones fell. The house was falling apart.
"We've gotta get out of here!" Sue yelled and ran towards Carrie, avoiding the falling stones as if she was in a video game. She stretched forth her hand. "Give me your hand. Come on!"
Carrie looked up and sensed that something was odd about Sue. There was something moving inside her body. She led her hand to Sue's stomach and heard a rapid heartbeat. It wasn't threatening, but new.
"It's a girl." Carrie gasped as she told her happily.
"What?" Sue enquired bewilderedly.
"You don't know?" Carrie asked.
"Oh, my God." Sue gasped.
Sue's blue eyes watered. There was new life inside of her. Carrie, with telekinesis, lifted her up from the ground carefully.
"Get out!" Carrie cried in command. "GET OUT!"
Carrie pushed Sue out of her broken home. Carrie turned her head, looking down, and brushed the thin piece of auburn hair away from her face. She kissed her mother's forehead.
"It's okay." Carrie said to herself quietly as the house started to collapse on her.
Carrie was waiting for death to come to her, taking her away from this hellish world. Everybody in Chamberlain hated her for all her life. She despised Chamberlain. But then, a glowing orangish red emerged on the ground. As Carrie watched curiously, it grew bigger and bigger. She fell down the mysterious portal and she embraced her fate.
Sue rubbed her stomach gently as she watched the house fall.
Suddenly there were phone rings.
Sue looked down at her phone to her mother.
"Mom?" Sue asked.
"Sue, Tommy is alive." Eleanor's voice said.
"What?" Sue asked.
"Tommy's going to be okay. The medics said he still might've had a concussion. They're going to bring him to the hospital for a series of x-rays." Eleanor's voice said.
"Thank God." Sue said, as she tears up and smiles.
"Are you all right?" Eleanor's voice asked.
"I'm fine." Sue said.
"You at Carrie's house. Is Carrie okay?" Eleanor's voice asked.
"I… Mom. Carrie is… She is gone." Sue said.
To Be Continued…