a young author with a weird aspiration for horror. i lowkey suck at writing so pls dont be harsh with criticism đ
a young author with a weird aspiration for horror. i lowkey suck at writing so pls dont be harsh with criticism đ
(Doesnât have to do with the prompt.)
Caitlin POV
I sat huddled on the couch, a blue fur blanket covering my lower half. I took an ibuprofen, swallowing it with water from my mug.
I grabbed the TV remote with a napkin. Powering the on button, it immediately switched to the News Channel.
The reporter, clearly distressed, is holding the microphone with shaky hands. Sheâs in front of a wooded area.
âBreaking news: In the ââââ- Forest-â I paused the TV. Her words were either censored, or my ears are popping. I rewound it, watching the clip again. Same thing.
âThree girls have been found dead inside the forests heavy woods. The deaths have been labeled as a homocide, with no suspect identified. These three girls have been identified as Tasmin Jones, Hazel Cantos, and Chelsey Birkley. Chelseyâs older sister, Mikayla, was reported to have been with them, but was never found. If you have any information on Mikayla Birkley or her whereabouts, please contact the phone number on the screen.â
My eyes divert to the screen, where it has an image of Mikayla in her cheer uniform was plastered. Next to her, black text read,
Mikayla Leia Birkley 17 years old 5â8 Green eyes Light blue shirt Black DSG sweatpants Wavy blonde hair Tan skin Call --____-
I picked up my phone in an instant, opening my messages and calling my mom.
âMom!â I screamed into the phone. âWhat what?! Did you throw up?!â Mom gasped. âNo!! Go on the news!â I choked out, tears coming out of my eyes. âOkay sweetie Iâll be home soon!â
About 10 minutes later, Mom came home. She threw her briefcase on the floor, coming to me on the couch. âAre you okay?! I didnât get to check the news- I was so focused on getting here- What happened?!â
Through tears, I explained what I saw on the news. My moms face faltered, her eyes widening. âThey didnât say what forest, did they?â She asked solemnly.
I raised a quivering eyebrow. I didnât tell her that part. âHow did you-â Mom interrupted me. âGet in the car. I need to keep you safe.â
(Doesnât relate to the prompt.)
Chelsey POV
I reached into the Lays bag, grabbing a small, brown cooked chip. I grimaced, forcing it into my mouth and swallowing it with a gag. A tanned hand appeared in front of me. Looking to my left, Hazel has a smirk on her face with an extended arm. Her hand is cupped in front of the bag. âMay I have some?â She asks with an innocent, over exaggerated blink.
I groan sarcastically, shoving my hand into the chip bag, grabbing a handful of yellow-beige chips and dumping them onto Hazelâs hand. âThere. Happy?â I chuckled, and she took one delicately and put it in her mouth. âMhm.â She said, mouthfull.
Hazel put back on her headphones, to which I raised an eyebrow. âYou have Wi-Fi?â I asked. Hazel raised the side of her headphone. âNah. Downloaded playlist. Caitlin had wanted to call me but I explained I couldnât.â
Caitlin was one of their friends. She was popular and pretty, ginger and slim, and not to mention extremely charismatic. But, as of recently, she had gotten extremely sick and hadnât been able to see any of them. âDang, that sucks. Hope shes doing oka-â
I was cut off by the car hitting a shocking stop. âThe hell, Mikayla?!â Tasmin, in the seat in front of me, smacked my older sisters arm. âHey- that wasnât me!â Mikayla furrowed her brow, pressing her foot on the right pedal aggressively. The car wheezed in response, not moving despite the constant press of her foot.
âFuck! Of course this junk fullâa shit breaks down in the middle of a dirt road!â Mikayla screeched. She got out of the car, slamming the door. Tasmin got out as well, and Hazel raised an eyebrow as she took off her headphones.
âWhat happened?â Hazel asked. âI thought we just hit a stoplight.â I nudged her, a grin creeping on my face. âWeâre in a wooded area. What do you mean?â I laughed. âOkay okay, Iâm gonna go outside so I feel important.â Hazel giggled, getting up out of her seat and opening the door.
I followed her outside the car quickly. Mikayla had the front engine opened, and her and Tasmin were staring at it with blank expressions. âItâs not like we can just look up if the cars like- broken. None of us have Wi-Fi. Weâre in the middle of nowhere..â Tasmin chewed her thumb nail.
Mikayla, stressed out, angrily shut the front engine door. âOf course! Why wouldnât this happen?!â She ran a hand through her blonde, wavy hair. Tasmin put a gentle hand on Mikaylaâs shoulder. âHey now, girl- take a chill pill. It could be so much worse.â Tasmin tried to reassure her.
âSo much worse? So much worse?! What do you mean? Weâve been living off of a Lays chip bag for an hour, and weâre at least another hour away from the campsite! Goddamn it- if we hadnât needed to get more gas, we wouldnât have been here!â Mikayla swatted Tasminâs hand away, closing her eyes and turning away in frusturation.
Tasmin retracted, a scowl on her face. âLook. Iâm trying to not get you even more stressed! Youâre making it worse by panicking!â She pointed a finger at Mikayla.
They kept yelling at each other, and Hazel whispered down to me. âWhat do we uh.. do??â She asked. I shrugged. âThe GPS said to continue going up. So.. Iâm just gonna go. Have fun dealing with them.â I waved at Hazel.
Walking up the dirt road, my feet began to burn. Thankfully, nobody except Hazel had known that I had begun to walk away. The sky had turned a mist of reds and purples clashing against each other.
I began walking uphill, my feet sinking into what seemed to be mud rather than dirt. The hill easily dragged me down, practically making me claw my way up to the top.
After many minutes of treading upwards, I made to the flat surface of the top. The mess of trees split into two ways. Not knowing which way to go, I hesitantly walked the left pathway.
Immediately, anxiety and paranoia filled my body with every little noise that echoed in the forest. A bird chirping, a twig snapping. But something- something- I know wasnât just an animal.
A loud creaking noise. Like an old door in a house. I shook that thought out of my head- Iâm in the forest. Thereâs no houses out here.
Then I saw it.
In a sectioned off portion of this path, there were no trees. Only three carved into stumps. These stumps were clearly shaved to be pointy. With my heartbeat racing, I walk closer to these stumps.
A twig snap sends a wave of electricity down my spine, making my hands and face drench with sweat. I feel a presence wrap itself around my waist, lifting me into the air.
In the air, I get a better look at whats holding me. Sheer panic runs through me as I look down.
A tall, slender, void black figure with glowing white eyes stares at me. Itâs greasy, oily fingers are hoisting me up.
âLet go of me!!â I screech, clawing at its face. But, my hand goes through as if it wasnât there. The figure places me on its shoulder, somehow carrying me with immense strength.
It takes me closer to one of the carved stumps as I desperately flail my way to no avail. I get a strong whiff of a nasty smell- which leads me to the conclusion that the oil coming out of the figure isnât oil at all- its gasoline.
My body feels jittery as it moves its void hands to my underarm, taking me off of its shoulder. I felt relieved for an instant, before the feeling is replaced with boiling hot pain.
The creature had thrown me stomach first onto the stump, stabbing through my abdomen. I couldnât scream at all, my vocal cords feeling as if they had been severed by some force.
The last thing I saw were the green tops of the trees, a single leaf falling down onto my face. It covered my right eye for a moment, before it got picked up by the anomaly.
It held the leaf in between its skinny fingers, taunting me. The leaf had burnt in an instant, the ashes falling to the mud ground. The figure had no face except its eyes, but I felt it smiling at me.
It placed a hand on my waist, which was covered in gasoline. A red and orange flame burst open as it removed the hand.
Hazel POV
After around eight minutes of them two arguing, Mikayla pinched the bridge of her nose. She looked at me, then next to me. Her face falls. âWhereâs Chelsey?â Mikayla asked in a hushed voice.
I forgot about her. âOh- she uh, went up.â I pointed up the hill. âTo find people. Someone who can help us. I think.â Mikayla furrowed her eyebrows. âSheâs the youngest out of all of us! You just let her go?! You didnât bother to go with her?-â
âDonât even blame Hazel.â Tasmin interferes. She grabs my hand. âWeâll go find your sister, since youâre too ignorant to look for her yourself. Youâll probably start yelling about how its my fault.â Tasmin dragged me up the hill, leaving Mikayla behind.
As we went up, we found footprints. âLetâs follow these.â Tasmin pointed out the obvious. Her curly black hair that was kept in a bun flailed as we climbed up.
Continuing to follow the footsteps, we reached an area that was portioned off from the rest. An odd smell wafted in the air, making me retract in disgust.
Tasmin pinched her nose as she continued walking. Then, she gasped. She pulled her fingers away from her nose, backing away. A shaky pointer finger was raised at a black burning mess. âOh hell no!-â
Tasmin stumbled backwards, turning around before she stopped. A tall black figure grabbed her chin aggresively, lifting her off the ground.
Tasmin kicked her legs aggresively, signaling for me to help. I lunged at the creature, before I went through it like a shadow. My arm landed in a bush, tangled in the branches.
An odor oil dripped from Tasminâs chin as it led her to a group of stumps, where the burning body was. But, instead of placing her on a stump, the creature mounted Tasmin on a thick and sharp curved branch that came from the heavy trees.
I ripped my arm free frantically out of the bush, my arm bloodied. Thorns. Blood pooled out of the immense tiny cuts that scowered my arm.
Tasmin had stopped moving, the branch being stuck in between her chest. Blood stained the visible part of the branch coated in red. The liquid dripped out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
The creature came over to me, panic running through my body. I shook my head, anything to get it to stop. But, instead, it stuck one of its fingers through one of my cuts, widening it.
At the same time, a flame burst out of my arm. The creature removed its finger, a pleased look on its âface.â
Mikayla POV
As they left me, anger and sorrow built up in my body. Where was Chelsey? I hope nothing bad happened to her. The woods are dangerous.
After a couple minutes had passed with none of them back, I began to slightly panic. Finally, I heard someone. But it wasnât someone. It was something.
A tall black mass came down the hill, its bright, lifeless white eyes staring directly at me. I backed away from the car, beginning to run away from it.
Tears began to fog my vision, blindly running down the dirt path. I stumbled into a wooded area, several stray branches hitting me in the face as I flashed through the woods.
Then, I fell to my knees as the woods lead me to a dip. Itâs a cliffedge. Iâm corned, the black shadow figure walking toward me with that horrible stare.
I stand back up, facing it. In a moment of mixed emotions, I raise my middle finger at it, a grin spreading across my face. I walk backwards, stumbling off of the cliffedge.
I fall back, my blonde hair flailing in the sudden wind. Looking back up, I see the figure looking down at me. A grin returns to my face.
The last thing I feel are the icy cold waters shooting up my back as I land in a river.
Free City. Thats what we planned to make when we landed in Earth. A habitable place for our worshippers.
I thought of this. I crash landed us in a place called a barenned island. Less then 1,000 people crowded around our ship, some banging on our sensitive windows.
Godesses. Thatâs what they called us. They knelt before us all, their âhandsâ clasped together. We promised them land and food.
We were built a large castle. It was made out of stumbly mortar, and reddish orange hard scratchy blocks. They gave us everything. Everything they had.
For the ones who didnât? Well, thats a debate.
(Blast from the past INCOMING)
Inuueq brought us to a round table. One they called, âThe Divine Table of Goddesses.â Nine chairs for nine of us. We sat down randomly. I was next to Pilutaq and Sorsunneq.
(Keep in mind theyâre talking in their native alien language- I translated it into English so life is easier for both of us.)
âOkay. I brought us all here to.. dicuss something.â Inuueq drew circles on the table with her index finger. âWell?..â Sorsunneq spat.
âAn anonymous goddess has complained about the people that were killed a few days ago after they disobeyed our orders.â Inuueq seemed nervous about the topic.
Did I know who submitted this order? No. Do I absolutely believe itâs Toqu? Yes.
âWhatâs the problem about?â Nuannara scoffed. âLook, Iâm not sure.â Inuueq sighed, summoning what seemed to be a little booklet. âSomething about how they didnât deserve to die.â
âThey didnât.â Ulloriaq sat up more. âWe crash landed here and demanded their land and obedience. Obviously someone was gonna disobey- but that doesnât mean we should have killed them!â Ulloriaqâs rant stopped when Seqineq pulled on her arm.
Toqu stayed silent.
Imeaq leaned back. âLook. They couldâve started a riot against us. Weâre trying to do whatâs best for us. If we hadnât crash landed in this awful barren landscape, we would be perfectly fine. No one would have to die.â She seemed harsh, clearly trying to destroy Ulloriaqâs point.
Seqineq crossed her arms. âWe canât even do anything. We donât know who crashed our ship, or if it was just a space phenomena. Iâm sorry, Ulloriaq, but we canât do anything about them either. Toqu has them.â
Ulloriaqâs angry gaze shifted to the quiet Toqu. âLet them go.â She demanded. âIt doesnât work like that.â
âLet them go, now, Toqu.â
Toqu took a breath. âI canât free them. But I know who crashed the ship.â
What?..
Wait. Thatâs me.
âTell us then- go on!â Sorsunneq nudged her.
âIt was Aningi.â
Oh my. Did she really just..
Everyoneâs eyes drifted to me. âThe Goddess of luck, worth, and fortune. No wonder we got landed in a habitable place.â
What?
âThis meeting is done. Everyone, just.. leave. I need to speak to Aningi in private.â
âVolunteer Hours?..â Dianne read off of the corkboard.
Emelia groaned. âOf course we have to do this. Why did you even make me sign up for Honors Society?â
Diann huffed angrily, looking back from the corkboard. âThey get a free trip to Cedar Point at the end of the year..â
Emelia leaned over Diannâs shoulder intriguingly. âOh. Yeah..â She sighed. Emelias blonde hair intertwined with Diannâs brunette hair.
âOh! Theres a birthday party at this place. Um, its a girl, 6 years old, turning 7. Her names Charlotte Ponce. Its a Disney Princess themed birthday parties. Its two hours of volunteer work.â Diann reads, using her index finger to point on the words.
âHow hard can it be? A little girls birthday party.. they canât be that crazy.â Emelia leaned off of Diann, stretching her back.
Diann looks away from the corkboard. âLets run this through Ms. Susan.â Diann begins walking, and Emelia follows after.
âHi!â An older woman appears at the door. âYou two must be um..â She looks at a tiny paper, pulling off her dark red glasses. âEmelia Love and Diann Jimenez?â The woman reads slowly. They nod in sync. âOf course- come right in!â
The old woman leads them inside, the enterance surrounded by pink, blue, and gold balloons that hit the ceiling. She takes them outside, into a huge backyard.
Emelia lets out an audible gasp.
Theres at least 7 tables set up outside, all having elegant white table cloths that drape over the sides. Theres princess balloons and flowers at each table. Not to mention, the birthday girls table has an enormous chair thats pink at the front.
Suddenly, a rush of screams and squeals come from behind them, and a bunch of young children in dresses come running out. Some are pushing and shoving Emelia and Diann, others are pushing each other.
âOh my gods!â Diann gasps. They quickly both move out of the way, making room for the abundance of children running.
The kids all immediately sit at tables, as if theyâre trained to know what to do. The old woman sighs heavily. âCan you go to the birthday table?â She asks.
âOkay..â Emelia grabs Diannâs hand, leading her toward the table. âWhere do we sit..â She scrunches ber face. The elegant, huge birthday chair is decorated with pink plastic, white tissue paper, and a princess cap on top.
A young little girl, whom they assume was Charlotte, bounced over to the chair excitedly. She had brown, curly hair to her collarbone. Her short was a warm yellow, nearly matching the beating sun.
The old woman stands by the birthday table, clapping her hands together. âSettle down! Settle down!â She yells. Diann flinches at her yell, hitting her hip on the table.
âOw!!â Diann clenches her hip, but nobody beside Emelia notices. âYou good??â Emelia looks Diann up and down, and she nods sporadically.
A significantly less old woman comes outside. She has on a blue plaid apron with painters jeans and a white shirt. Horrible choice, because her entire shirt is covered with different colors.
The young woman is carrying a cake, which has pink and white frosting on it. Theres writing on the top, reading âHAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAR-CHAR!â in bright and bold letters. Next to that is a picture of the Disney Princess Aurora, staring at nothing.
Another younger woman follows behind, carrying what looks like colorful candles in a box. The other woman places down the cake, and the girl starts frantically pulling out candles. She places down two red, one purple, three blue, and one green.
âOkay everyone!â The woman wearing the apron shouts, cupping her hands around the rims of her mouth. âWeâre going to sing happy birthday to my little Char!â Her lips coil into a grin, the smile lines faded, yet visible.
The other young woman pulls out a red lighter pulls out a lighter from her pocket. She clicks it a few times, finally getting it to light.
âOkay! On the count of three. One, two, three!â
âHappy birthday to you!.. Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Charlotte! Happy birthday to you!â The kids squealed. Charlotte sat with her arms crossed, an evil smile plastered onto her face.
Emelia looked over to Diann. âMake a wish, Char!!â The mom grabbed Charlottes shoulders, forcing her in front of the cake. Charlotte closed her eyes, mumbling something under her breath.
She blows out the candles, causing the crowd of children to erupt with yells, screams, and squeaks. Emelia covered her ears, her face contorted. Diann physically retracted, clearly bothered by the screaming of these children.
The next hour was pure torture, and all they could do was stand in the corner, occasionally telling the unobedient children to stop yelling so loud.
Finally, all the kids had been settled down, as the parents brought out pink paper plates with sparkles and balloons on them.
âI hate to ask, but can you pass out the cake?â The aproned mom asked the duo, cutting pieces and putting them on plates.
Diann and Emelia looked at each other. âSure..â Diann fake smiled, grabbing two played with her hands. Emelia does the same hesitantly.
They both walk to a table, the kids little hands grabbing and grasping the edge of the plates, trying to get their cake. âOh my gosh!â Diann yelped as a kid yanked the plate from her, immediately devouring their cake with a plastic fork.
After painfully passing out the cake, they came back to the birthday table after being assaulted by children. Emelia put up her blonde hair with a purple scrunchie, groaning in pain as she pulled her hair.
Diann pulled the back of her shirt, the sweat sticking strong. âI want to go home..â Emelia sighs. âMe too.â
Sooner or later, it was the end of the birthday party. The young children were getting picked up by their parents, many of them having remnants of frosting around their mouths.
Diann and Emelia were still standing in the backyard, helping the parents clean up the horrific mess the kids had left behind. Plates left on the tables, silly string everywhere, not to mention the amount of confetti.
âThank you girls so much for helping out!â The older woman warmly smiled, her wrinkles deepening.
Emelia, standing with her ponytail almost half out, chuckled. âIt was no problem. Really.â Diann nodded in agreement, but they both knew that wasnât true.
âYou girls can go home now, we have the rest of the cleaning good to go.â The young woman with no apron gestured to the open wooden fence. âOkay, thank you. Goodbye!..â Diann waved, grabbing Emelias wrist.
Once they made it out of the area of the house, Emelia covered her face with her hands, sinking then down her face, exposing the red part of her eyelid. âThat was torture. I hate little children.â
Diann slightly smiled, giggling. âNever again. Never again..â
(inspired by a tiktok written from the perspective of the man holding the woman)
âAs we dance to the masochism tango.â The love of my life clings on The song ringing on With each syllable Her wounds reopened, minimal Her body slowly dropping down Her legs cant stand no long, the stitches are long gone As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
âIntertwined.. sown together.â
I hum the beat playing off of the old record player that squeaks out the tune.
âRosa.. come on. We came here to find this ghost. Not listen to a record player.â Booker hisses. âNo need to be so mean! This cozy homes sorta cute in a way. But theres a ton of chipped paint..â Imelda has her backpack slung over her shoulder, looking to the unlit family room.
I stand up from my kneeling place on the hard wood floor, sighing. A loud screech came from some other part of the house, but this isnt unusual. Probably a banshee.
âLets look around more. The EMF hasnt gone off yet.â Booker begins walking toward the family room. Imelda is following.
This is my first ever ghost hunt, so thankfully we chose a small house. Im very invested in looking around. I feel like Im invading someones space, because this isnt the two floor home Im used to.
Walking towards them, my hand slides across the marble kitchen countertop. Smooth. My hand glides and stumbles as the sweat bumps my hand.
âNothing in the family room..â Booker grumbles. âIm gonna look down the hall more. Maybe theres something there.â He says as he is still staring down at the EMF
âOkie Dokie!â Imelda smiles. She walks over and opens the door to the next room. In the darkened room, a red glow emits from a wine red book placed neatly on the sheets of a bed.
âWhats this?â Imelda gasps, running into the room. I follow closely behind, turning on the lights.
She is about to touch the book, before it flips open by itself to a random ratten page.
âOh my gosh!â She squeals. Leaning over her shoulder, I read out loud, âBe happy or be fufilled?â Imelda immediately shouts. âBe happy!â She said.
Suddenly, the page flipped again. âIt comes at a price?â I read nervously. Imelda shoots up. âBOOOOKERR!â She yells.
Imelda begins backing away from the book. I scrape on the floor, pushing myself back. A white symbol appears on top of the book, mistifying out of the air quickly.
âBinding spell- what the fuck were you guys doing playing around with a Necrionomon?!â Booker yells.
A loud banging and crashing noise can be heard throughout the house. âFuck! Stay quiet!â Booker says in a hushed whisper. âWe dont have a crucifix..â Imelda whines.
My chest is flailing, the lights in the room suddenly flickering at random points.
Suddenly, the lights go dark. Theres a bang, door creaking, then the voice of two screams. Two familiar screams.
âIMELDA?!â I scream. The lights are back on. Nobody is in the room with me. Another scream, and the feeling of a hand wrapping around my throat. But theres no one there.
Gasping for air as the grasp of nothingness gets harder, I grab the doorframe desperately. My vision gets flurry, and theres stll no air I can breathe. Fead and adrenaline are running through my veins as I continue trying to get a sliver of air.
The demon got it wrong. It wasnt Imelda and Booker. It was Imelda and me.
Intertwined. Sown together.
Swinging above I see doves As my legs go in and out
My mom had taught me how to jump off a swing, My jumps werent really big But this is the jump of my life.
My hands clenched to the swing, I let go off the bars Before I levitate down to the ground I knew my life was worthless The moment I touched the ground
Dr. Erin Grimes was a professor at the University of Conneticut. The Scarlet Virus has spread to southern US from Mexico. Subejct 1 has been placed inside Facility Two.
Subject info:
Name: Harper Smith Gender: F Age: 19 Infection?: Stage 1
Grimes walked into the testing chamber, where Harper Smith, a captured victim from Alabama, lay.
Harper was a college student and wasnt much younger than Grimes. She had recently killed her friend, Sarah Hampton.
A few hours after she had commited the murder, her fingers and toes had turned a warm greyish black. Thats the first stage of TSV.
âHarper? Can you hear me?â Grimes had called into the microphone connecting to the chamber, then she turned on the lights.
Harper was not there.
Grimes gasped in shock, before picking up her clipboard. âFacility Two.. Im in Facility Two!..â She mumbled to herself.
She hit a red button on the side of the wall. Grimes ran to the telephone. âSubject 1 breached containment. Immediate extermination procedure.â
Sarah POV
Sarah slammed her locker shut. âCarly?â Sarah asked over the noise of the busy, flooded hallway. âYup?â Carly replied.
She turned her head from her locker, her beautiful raven hair fell perfectly right below her shoulders. Her fair skin glistened in the hallways buzzing yellow florescent lighting.
âThe party.. today..â I started. âIt is a costume party.. right? I dont wanna show up looking like an idiot.â
âOh my gosh- donât worry! Yes, its a costume party. I literally will kick you out if you donât wear a costume.â Carly snickered.
âJust making sure..â I fake chuckled. âAnyways.. see you at seven, Carly!â I waved before walking out.
I walked out of the campus grounds, ready to head to Maple Hills Apartments. The walk, thankfully was only about one minute.
By the time I was inside the lobby, I was shivering and urging for a blanket. I ran up the stairs to the second floor, and jammed in my key.
The October weather was perfect. Just not when you are wearing shorts and a tank top to impress a boy.
(Time skip to when Sarahs getting ready)
The last strand of my hair was finally curled. The headband this costume came with stuck to my forehead. The black feather attached was floppy, but still looked cute.
The purple dress I was wearing had those little hanging fringes on them. The ones you twirl your fingers on during a test when you dont know what to do.
The fur coat was laying on the back of my warm gray chair, which looked more like a lei at the moment. My silky black gloves matched the outfit perfectly.
For one Halloween, I loved my costume. I rolled the mascara brush against my eyelash one last time, before capping it and putting it back in the drawer.
Standing up, I took the furcoat and gracefully wrapped it around my arms. After taking a quick glance in the mirror, I walked over to my door, and strapped on my black Marc Jacob heels.
I shakily walked down the stairs of the apartment building. I probably look like a complete weirdo, wearing a 1950s hooker dress. Whatever.
I reach my car, plug in the key, and ignite the engine. The old car rumbles, and I pull it out of the parking garage.
I wait at a stoplight impatiently, pulling back up Carlys invite and tapping in her address into my GPS. âStarting route to Winchester Avenue.â The GPS voice said.
After the longest drive of my life (it was 10 minutes), I finally arrive at Carlys house. Theres a bunch of cars in the driveway, so I park on the side of the street.
I got out of the car, noticing that many men were eyeing me. I gulped nervously, before powerwalking to the door. It was unlocked, and I could hear California Girls by Katy Perry blasting.
âSarah!!â Screamed Chanelle. âHi Chanelle and Angel!â I smiled wide, the anxiety of men suddenly fading.
âOh my gosh- what took you sooooo long?!â Angel yelled over the music. âGirl, I was getting ready!â I laughed.
âYou know you gonna end up drunk as hell by the end of this in some mans bed.â Chanelle cackled. âIs that you calling me a whore?!â I laughed.
(Time skip again)
Me, Chanelle, and Angel are seperated.
Im in Carlys bathroom, crying my eyes out. I got catcalled by a dude, and he and his friends wouldnt leave me alone.
Im basically sitting on the toilet, endlessly scrolling on Instagram, when I suddenly get called by Chanelle.
Weird. I thought she left with Kyrie.
I picked up, and Chanelles practically screaming into her phone. âGirl, wh-â She freezes. âMotherfucker, how come Carly has such a big house but bad wifi..â I groaned.
âWherever you are..â Chanelle glitched back in. âPlease dont talk to Harper-â She glitched again.
I rubbed my temples, before a âShes not who she says she is!â blurts out, and the call disconnects.
Thats so strange.
Suddenly, a bang on the bathroom door. âSarah??â A voice called out.
It sounded like Harper.
âY-Yes?â I croaked out.
âCan you come out? Please?â She sounded quiet and timid. âOf course..â I got up from the toilet and opened the door. âWhats wrong?â
âC-Can you follow me to the garage? Im sorry- something happened to me..â Harper sighed.
I nodded, fully stepping out. She led me to Carlys open garage. Her big black purse was bouncing as she speedwalked inside.
âOkay.â Harper hicced. Tears lined her eyes. My heart seeped as she told me a sob story of how she just got dumped by Brady, yet I couldnt stop thinking about what Chanelle had attempted to tell me.
âIm sorry..â Harper reached for a tissue in her purse. But what she pulled out wasnt a tissue.
Harper POV
âIm sorry I have you right where I want you.â I say, smiling, the gun pointed straight at Sarah. âW-What?â She gasped out.
Sarah stumbled backward in fear. I held my stance with the gun in hand. âI dont.. why..â She barely was able to make out noise at this point.
Suddenly, her black heels clacked against the garage floor, her purple dress swaying in the wind. She began runnings backwards OUT.
Sarah POV
I need to run. Anywhere. Out.
My heels arent much help when Iâm getting chased by Harper with a pistol. Adrenaline is running through my veins, but I cant stop running.
She aims the gun again, and my heart is thumping like my heels on the grass.
Then, a bang echoes through the air, and my shoulder feels like its on fire.
Harper POV
Burgundy. Rose. Mahogony. Wine.
So many deep red colors. Yet, theres none that perfectly match the shade of red thats on my white costume. A drip of the liquid drips off onto the once perfectly green grass.
Sarah is convulting on the floor, the hand thats clenching her shoulder is red as ever. Shes screaming, yet we are so far away from the house its almost impossible for anyone to hear.
I watch Sarah squelch and scream on the floor, before she begins scooting backwards, away from me, shaking her head. âNonononono..â shes mumbling.
I slowly walk towards her. Five bullets left. One is now in her ankle, as shes now rocking back and forth in pain.
I purposefully miss her twice, the bullets landing in the stained grass. Two bullets left. Shes stopped moving, yet shes still alive.
The gun is aimed at her chest, and my finger finds its way to the trigger. I am pushed back by the force of the gun going off, and I glance at Sarah.
Her purple dress is now decorated in red.
What a shame.
Red was her least favorite color.
And theres one last bullet.
A bullet for me.
âLuciaaaa!â A voice called from downstairs. âYes?!â I yelled. The sound of scuffling feet accompanied the complete silence that was in my room.
My door flung open, revealing Briana in the doorway. âCan we watch the rainbows tonight?â
I groaned. âWe watch them every night.â I flipped onto my side. Brianaâs face contorted into a frown. âBut you promised Mondayyy..â She swayed sadly.
Oh yeah.. I didnt wanna watch them Monday so I said Wednesday I would.. Shoot.
âOkay fine..â I sighed. I rolled off the bed before my toes sank into the beige carpet. I walked over to the window and ladder slowly.
Briana cheerfully skipped behind me. âOutside outside outside outside..â She quietly chanted.
I climbed up the ladder, Briana right behind, and opened the latches to the window.
Once we both were on the roof, Briana was practically bouncing, pointing out every rainbow in the sky.
But, one rainbow particularly caught my eye. It wasnât like the other rainbows. It was perfectly arched, and the colors were bright and perfect. The way it reflected the damp moonlight, was just so beautiful.
âLucia?â Briana asked. She was the stab that burst my daydream. She looked at me with her big green doe eyes. âYeah?â I asked reluctantly.
âIâm cold. Can I have your jacket?â
