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Sarah (standard:Psychological fiction, 2305 words)
Author: Charlotte D'EspoirAdded: Jul 08 2003Views/Reads: 3638/2257Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Adult Read: This story is about a girl who had learned to survive in an unhealthy environment in a different way than most. She had help from three close... friends. This is meant for adults for small use of profane language and slight violence.
 



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basement. She took me over to the old porcelain tub. It was already 
filled. She told me to get inside. I was tired and confused. I was 
scared. We didn't want to get into that tub. I will not go into that 
tub. I turned away and closed my eyes and she came. When I opened my 
eyes I saw her being pushed into the water. 

"Just leave on your nightie, and get in, it's warm, just get in, it's
okay. You have to get in now." She continued to push her into the 
water. I kept watching in mild horror. The water was cold. It was very 
cold. I started to cry. Mother put both her hands on her shoulders and 
pushed. I saw her go under. Her arms flailing. Then she would let go 
and she would surface and gasp for a breath, then she would push her 
back under again. I turned away, for it hurt. I couldn't breathe. 
Everything was spinning. Then it was black. I wasn't dead. I knew that 
because I wasn't. 

~        Sound was coming in and I started to hear things. I could hear
Mary. 

"...Like I said, she must've decided to take a midnight bath in the
basement, like she loves to do, and slipped and fell or fell asleep. I 
dunno, but I do know that if I hadn't come when I did she wouldn't be 
here, and I thank God that I had a feeling. Thank God." 

~	He was only thirty-two, but he was both younger and older. Simone saw
a little boy, while I saw the truth. He was very old, and very good at 
his job. He entered the room and sat on his heels. He watched her 
profile and smiled. 

"What are you waiting for today." 

Simone paused. Her infinite rocking stopped. I turned around. Simone
jumped up and screamed aimlessly while swinging her arms out, and 
grabbing her hair, "WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE WAITING?!?!?! I'M NOT 
WAITING!!! DO I LOOK LIKE I WANNA TALK TO YOU?!?!?! STOP IT!!! CLAIRE 
IS RIGHT ABOUT YOU, YOU KNOW!!! AUUUGGGGHHH!!!!" she kept screaming 
wordlessly. She crumpled to the floor and lay there. Suddenly she 
stopped screaming. Tears streamed down her face but she seemed to 
almost have stopped. 

The nice man left the room and I laughed. 

~	Mary was setting the table. Clink. Clink. Clink. Only seven plates.
She frowned, Her brow creased and her glossy blue eyes stared at the 
empty place. Her curly brown hair was up in a bun. Her high cheekbones 
nicely blushed, though the left one was slightly too purple. Now where 
did that plate go. Hmm. She took a plate from one of the empty settings 
and put it where her missing one was. Everyone came down and ate their 
dinner. 

Mary stood to clear the table, "We have desert tonight." she smiled
brightly. When she came back she served everyone chocolate ice cream. 
Then they went to bed. 

I woke up coughing. I leaned over the side of my bed and vomited. My
eyes burned and so did my throat. I couldn't see clearly. I tried to 
make it to the bathroom, but I threw up once more in the hall. Mother 
came out of her room running. She pushed me into the bathroom and 
opened the toilet and shoved my head in. 

"Good God, Sarah. You shouldn't have eaten so much last night. Look see,
you've made yourself ill. Just let it all out, that's a girl. Oops, 
it's time to flush." 

~	The nice man was back. I hate him, so does Sarah but she won't admit
it. She says I am trying to trick her. He came over to her and sat on 
his heels. 

"What are you up to today?" He smiled as he said it. 

"The flies have come and gone. I'm waiting for dinner. I was sick last
night. I think it was the ice cream." She frowned as she said it. 

"Who's here today?" He inquired. 

Simone nodded. Who? Who are they talking about? 

"Nobody is here right now, just me."  She got very quiet and I knew why.
They had been talking. Today wasn't the day I thought it was. Time has 
gone on. She has been talking to him without me to protect her. How 
could she?! For all that I've done for her!! Then there was nothing. 

~	I was waiting for the flies. It was my job. I sat by the window
looking out onto the terrace. Then he came. 

~	The nice man came back, "Simone, did you kill them?" 

~	Henry was behind me. I could see his reflection on the window. I kept
looking out but I was too still. He knew that I knew that he was there. 
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Then everything was black. 

~	"No." Simone closed her eyes. 

~	But I was there. Sarah and Simone had left, but I took their place. He
would no longer hurt me, nor Sarah, nor anyone else. He dragged me up 
the stairs to Sarah's bedroom and threw her on the bed. But I was 
prepared. I was ready. I let my hand slide down under the pillow. He 
came up behind me and kneeled onto the bed. I pulled out my hand and 
shoved it under my arm and felt the blade slide smoothly into his 
stomach. His hands froze. I pulled it out and stabbed him again. I 
scrambled off the bed then watched him fall. 

~	"I want to talk to Sarah now," The nice man wanted too much. Sarah's
not ready, I didn't know what to do. Simone was upset, Sarah wasn't 
ready and I couldn't find Claire. 

~	Mom was home. She slammed the door and ran up the stairs. I just stood
there. She thought I was Sarah. Stupid whore. She stood there with her 
hand on her hip. Her hair windblown out of her perfect bun. Her eyes 
dark. 

"There you are, you stupid bitch. I just got off the phone with your
principal, he want to talk to me. I heard his voice. What lies have you 
been telling him?! Let me tell you some---" 

Claire wants to play now, she says it's her turn, so I let her. 

"Are you listening to me?!?!?!" Mother was now screeching. I reached out
and pushed her. It was so easy. So easy. We're done. C'mon Laurie, 
Sarah's safe now. She can come back. 

Okay. 

~        "I'm here." Sarah opened her eyes. "Simone told me that you're
here to help. She left though, and took Claire." No no no! You 
shouldn't be talking Sarah. You are not ready. Don't talk to him. 

"Now Sarah, I need you to talk to me. Tell me everything." Fine. I see
how it is. At least let me talk to him. You really weren't there. 

"I don't know anything. My friend knows though. She was there when it
happened. She's here now."  Sarah lowered her head, "The window is 
closed." 

"Who, Sarah, I thought that Claire and Simone left." He was confused
this time. He really was, he wasn't playing. 

I laughed, and he jumped. 

"Hello, my name is Jack, may I ask you your name?" He did seem like an
okay kind of guy. 

"I know who you are. My name is Laurie." 

~	"Mom." Sarah pressed her nose against the glass tank. "Why are my fish
floating?" Her mother walked over. Her heels clicking softly on the 
wood floors. 

"Let me see," she leaned over Sarah's head. Her freshly applied perfume
wafting in Sarah's face, "they're dead sweetheart." She walked back 
into the kitchen. 

Two hours later, Sarah kneeled over three freshly dug holes. Jonas stuck
three papers, taped to toothpicks into the ground. They both held hands 
and sat in the dirt. Each little paper had a name on it. 

Simone. Claire. Laurie. 

~	"Laurie, what happened that night?" He was sitting in a swivel chair.
The metal desk in between us reflected his moving image. I want a 
swivel chair. 

"Well, I killed him, I stabbed him, I stabbed the little fucker," I
laughed. "You should have seen his stupid little face. Stupid fagot. He 
hated Jonas for that you know. He was gay. I've seen his magazines." I 
laughed again. "I killed him, and by God I enjoyed it. And I would do 
it again."  I laughed and kept laughing. Though I managed to get out a 
few words, "you....you should have seen.... I stabbed him....and 
stabbed him... It's okay though, I'm leaving soon, Sarah's safe now, 
she's safe." 

Sarah's body slumped over. And then sat up. You could tell by her facial
expressions it was Sarah. 

"Hi Sarah. Are you alright?" I looked at the man who sat in front of me.
I felt slightly disheveled but I knew where I was. They had left me. 
They said it was over. It's all over. Everything was going to be 
alright. 

"Of course Jack, of course." 


   


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