Sweet Revenge (Cover image WIP)

Sweet Revenge

 The little girl wiped the tears streaming down her face as she clutched her precious doll. The sound of footsteps echoed in the elementary school bathroom. Suddenly she felt a hand grab the end of her skirt and drag her out from underneath the stall. She didn't screech, she wouldn't let them know of her fear.

"There she is, the retard." a snarky voice said. It came from a little girl with two large ponytails protruding from her head.

"L-leave me alone Katie..." the victim stuttered. Despite her much taller stature, she feared Katie's manipulation of teachers and students alike. She was the type of kid who was a monster to children, but an angel to adults.

"Not until you give me that doll, I've never seen one like it and I want it!"

"My friend gave it to me, and I'll never let you have it."

"Fine, I'll tell the teacher you hit me because I wanted to play with your doll.

"She won't believe you."

"Yes she will, and I'll beat my head against the wall until I have a red spot so she believes me."

"Fine, tell her, I'm not giving you my doll."

Katie had enough of this girl's refusal and grabbed one of the doll's legs that protruded from underneath her victim's arms. The other girl started crying.

"No,no,no, please don't take away my doll." suddenly the slam of the bathroom door caught both of the girls by surprise. Katie pushed the girl into the stall and walked over to see who it was, most likely a student who she could frighten into silence.

"You didn't hear a peep! Ya hea-" before she could finish her sentence, she went silent. Her angry words turned into frightened weeps. The other girl hid inside the stall as she hugged her doll. From angry words, to frighten weeps, to suddenly a gleeful gasp exited Katie's mouth.

"Is that for me? Really?" but then the girl went back to being angry, "I don't want that one, I want hers!" then the only thing that filled the air was screams. The other girl shook with fear as the screams echoed in her head. She started crying even harder than before, but then the noise stopped. She trembled as she stood up and opened the bathroom stall.

"Jack?" the clown scooped up the child.

"What an awful little bit- brat, anyway are you okay?"

"Y-yes, she tried to take my doll away, where is she?"

"Don't worry about her, I scared her, she won't mess with you ever again."

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A feeling of deep hatred can eat you up on the inside. It festers in your soul until you decide to let it out. Angry hot tears will run down your face as you scream at God "why, why me?" you are unsure of his answer. This red hot anger fuels my soul while also destroying it. Sometimes I wish I had died that night, I wish that creature put me out of my misery.

That day sticks into my brain like a hungry parasite. My sweet little sister, Ally, begged me to take her to the carnival. How could I deny her childish wishes? Mother and father would not be home until late that night so I was her only hope for a fun day of smelly cheap roller coasters and sugar filled teeth-rotting snacks. I, of course, said I would take her.

I still remember her bouncing all throughout our home's walls. Telling me to hurry up and change so we can be early to the carnival. I quickly put on some decent clothing to wear and drove her to the carnival. There weren't many people there since we were early, so we took advantage of our situation. After we exited a very stomach churning, leg burning ride called "The Lemon Twist" we walked past a few game tents searching for one that didn't seem too difficult or rigged. Ally pointed at something between the tents and ran. I followed. It was a clown, stocky and rainbow colored little bastard.