Sharp Practice

CHAPTER FIVE: Blue Dream

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Sharp Practice by Sierra B 

CHAPTER FIVE

"She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

I look up from my seat in the front row of the audition of my old middle school, staring at the hooded figure looming over me on the stage. The hood cast their face in shadows making it hard to recognize the vaguely familiar facial features. "Who are you?" I ask confused, rising from my chair.

The person shakes their head and takes a step back. "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

I frown, "Why do you keep saying that?"

They shrug. "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

I furrow my brows, "Stop saying that, it’s creepy."

They shake their head again. "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her-"

"I said, 'Stop saying that.'" I growl taking a step closer.

I can make out a sadistic smile on their face as they take another step back. "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts-"

“Shut up!” I clench my fist in frustration.

They giggle at me, like they’re amused by my anger. "She licks the cracks upon-"

“I said, ‘Shut up!’”

“She licks-“

“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up!” I warn making my way over to the steps that lead up to the stage.

They follow my movements with their eyes that twisted grin never leaving their tight pink lips. “She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

"I warned you!" I cry storming into the stage. I tackle them, causing us both to fall hard onto the stage. I rip off their hood and raise my fist to punch them in the face when I stop taken aback. Staring at me was a pair of emerald green eyes, crimson red hair fanned out around their head, porcelain skin shining in the stage light, light pink lips smirking maliciously at me. How did I not recognize a voice I hear every day?

I stare down at myself with wide eyes, mine returning with a look of hatred, "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

“What the hell?” I breathe leaning back.

“She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that won't be missed, just end it now, leave us with bliss."

"Stop saying that!" I cry gripping a fistful of my hair, trying to shake the craziness out of my head.

She- I shake my head again. "She licks the cracks upon her lips and cuts the scars among her wrist. A worthless life that-" I go to hit me but I dodge, my fist smashing against the wooden stage.

I wince pulling back and I take the opportunity to shove me hard, rolling over so that I was on top of me. "Poor little Gingy," I hiss glaring down at me, "Little Bo Peep got tired of fucking her sheep so she sent it to the butcher." I shake my head, "What a bitch."