A/N. Alright, so before you read this, you need to know, I'm not insane. I promise. This was a short story I wrote my Freshman Year of HighSchool for my Basic Composition class. Everyone that has read it has really loved it, but it's made them all question my sanity. I'm not homicidal, or crazy. I had a hard time starting this story. I was sitting on my bedroom floor, trying to think of something to write because it was due the next day. So I just started writing, and this is what came from that. Hope you like it, and I really appreciate feedback and constructive criticism.
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One dark and stormy night, Janine, a 11-year-old girl, was all alone in her big empty house. She was bored and decided to relax after soccer practice and watch Scary Movie 2. When she put the DVD in, she went into the kitchen to make some popcorn. But when she opened the microwave, she screamed.
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Janine knew her life was never the same since the episode with the bloody human head in the microwave. She thought about it often, maybe more often that she should. No one believed she would ever get over that, her mom especially because when she got home that night, she found Janine running around the living room, scared to death, screaming and yelling, “It’s in the microwave! Oh my goodness it’s in the microwave!” Her mom took her to many therapists, but none of them helped because she refused to talk. Every night her mom could hear her screaming in her sleep and yeling “It’s in the microwave!” So she decided one day that she had to talk to Janine about it.
“Janine, come sit. We need to talk.”
“What is it mom?”
“Well,” her mom began, “of course you remember the situation with…the microwave?” Janine cringed, just like every other time her mom mentioned this. “Well, I really don’t think you are dealing with it,” her mom continued. “and I think you should talk to someone about it.”
“Mom I already went to like six different therapists. They didn’t help,” Janine said.
“That’s because you weren’t willing to talk about what happened. Look Janine, it has been two years and you still haven’t really talked to anyone about it, and that worries me,” her mom countered.
“Well, maybe I could talk to someone. Maybe that will make the nightmares go away,” Janine decided.
“Good. I’ll set up an appointment for a new therapist.” Her mom seemed satisfied as she said this.
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Janine couldn’t believe she agreed to go talk to another therapist. She knew that she needed to though. So she walked into the therapist’s office alone.
“Janine? Janine Jones?” the therapist asked.
“Yes?”
“It’s me. Your sixth grade math teacher,” he said.
“Mr. Jackson?” she asked, surprised. “You’re a therapist now?” She sniffed the air. “What’s that awful smell?”
“Oh I think it is the garbage outside. They haven’t picked it up yet today. Now your mother said she’s very worried about you. She won’t tell me why though. She wants you to tell me.”
“OK. Well it happened about two years ago,” she began, “when I was alone at my house after soccer practice, and I found a…a…” she gulped, ”a bloody severed head in my microwave. The cops never did find the person who did it. They had no leads.” Then, as if on cue, Mr. Jackson opened his desk drawer and pulled something out of it. He threw whatever it was at her, and, naturally, she caught it. She screamed when she realized what it was. She then also realized what the actual smell was. The thing that he threw at her was the same human head that she found in her microwave two years ago. Then her mom came running in. She also screamed.
“Mr. Jackson YOU put this head in my microwave!?” Janine accused. “How could you?”
She then realized she was still holding the nasty head. She threw it at the wall and started crying, but she couldn’t cover her face because her hands were full of maggots. She was terrified.
“Yes, it was me! And it was my best friend’s head to be exact,” the therapist agreed. “You got me fired two years ago, and I sought revenge ever since! You ruined my life! So I sneaked into your house and put it in your microwave before you got home from soccer practice that day.”
“But, but, you deserved what you got; the things you talked about in class were always very inappropriate for 11-year-olds...,” she managed to whisper.
“And you also got what YOU deserved,” he cried. It was then when she realized her mom wasn’t in the room anymore. About thirty seconds later, her mom walked in with cops right on her tail. They walked up to Mr. Jackson, put him in hand cuffs, and walked away without a word. Janine and her mom never did hear from Mr. Jackson again and both of their lives went back to the way they use to be.
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