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Sarah (standard:Psychological fiction, 2305 words) | |||
Author: Charlotte D'Espoir | Added: Jul 08 2003 | Views/Reads: 3638/2257 | Story 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. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story 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." Tweet
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