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“The house on the left, right before Savannah’s,” I tell her, and we skip hand in hand as I hum a tune while Sadie sings her spider song.
Walking through the grass of Clara’s house, I stop and close my eyes, letting my mind move within the house, finding where the little piggy sleeps.
“Bingo, back room of the house on the first floor,” I whisper as we walk through the yard to the back, finding her window with ease. Climbing up the drainpipe and hopping onto the sill, I runmy finger down the screen, using my powers to sharpen the tip and cut a slit through the netting. Once that’s finished, I flip it up and push my little body through and roll onto her desk. Standing up, I fix myself and wait for Sadie. Once she’s in, I grin as loud snores echo the small bedroom.
“Hand me the shears,” I ask her, and she reaches into the cup on the desk where the scissors sit next to a bunch of pens and markers. She hands it to me as I twirl a thin eyebrow razor in my hand.
“Do you want to do the honors while I cut her hair?” I ask, and her eyes light up, and a grin spreads across her face.
“Yes I do,” she says, taking the thing from my grip as I take the scissors from her. We slowly jump off the desk into a chair then onto her bed. We freeze as Clara rolls onto her back, and once the snores start up again, we move quickly to the top of the bed. I close my eyes and blow into her ear, sending a nightmare into her dreams, causing her to whimper. Sadie giggles, and I follow suit, taking the shears and slicing into her blonde hair as I sing her a song.
“Hush now, little piggy, Olive is here to guide you through the night. No need to scream, no need to fear. I will wipe away your tears with gasoline,” I giggle as Clara whines in her sleep.
Sadie sits in front of her face and glides the razor over her eyebrows, removing any trace of hair above her eyes. Stepping back, I look at how we did and I’m pleased with the outcome. I close my eyes again, sending a million ants into her nightmare, waiting for her heart rate to pick up and sweat beads down her forehead.
Placing the shears down, I walk to the end of the bed and jump onto the chair with Sadie not too far behind. I notice a paper that looks like it’s important, like a lab report, and I grin again, taking the liquid whiteout, twisting the top and removing the stick. Handing it to Sadie to hold, I pour some of the liquid on eachpage, ruining her report with a smile on my face. Clara screams out from her dream, making me giggle.
“That’s what you get for messing with my bestie little piggy,” I snarl, then exit the room the same way we came in. We walk home hand in hand, skipping and singing our lullabies until we reach our home, climbing up the water spout and through the window. Once safely inside, we climb into bed with Charlee, and I blow into her ear, sending her the same scene from last night, hoping the more I do this, the sooner she will embrace the dark side of her and help us fulfill our destiny while killing everyone who has harmed her.
A Tiny Dick & Rejections
Charlee
“Charlee, we need you to embrace us and your powers.”
“Before it’s too late,”
“This is the only way we can help you, help her finish this.”
The voices echo deep in my mind, taking me back to the abandoned tracks, seeing the same girl being beaten and raped while another man is held on his knees and forced to watch.
“Who are these people?” I ask, looking down at Olive and Sadie.
“Most of them don’t matter; they are already dead. But one of those men is of importance, and I need you to pay attention and really look, Charlee.” Olive tells me, but their faces are a blur, and I can’t make them out.
“Why can’t you just tell me? I can’t see their faces?” I ask, and she huffs.
“You wouldn’t believe me. I need you to see for yourself.” She says.
“Yep I agree, no matter what we tell you, seeing is believing.” Sadie chimes in, and I gasp when I see a girl cutting into herhair, making me grab my own, reminding me of what Clara did to me.
“It’s like history repeating itself but differently,” Olive says as tears pour down my face, watching the poor girl be beaten and the other guy yelling out to her.
“I did good, didn't I, Jer? Our plan worked,” the girl says, twirling the bloody knife in her hands as she wraps her arms around—wait a fucking second.
“Finally,” Olive huffs.
“Is that Jeremy?” I ask, and Sadie growls.
“Yes,”
Pounding on my bedroom door jolts me awake, and the door flies open.
“I’m leaving Charlee, you’re going to be late, wench.” Burt yells, slamming my door. I rub my eyes, trying to control my breathing. The dream felt so real, as if I were there in that moment. My mind whirls with a million questions, but Jeremy was there.Did he help rape that poor girl? No, no fucking way. I don’t believe it.My mind must be playing tricks on me. Climbing out of bed, I rush to the bathroom to do my thing and get ready for school. I’m going to be so fucking late.
Sitting in the cafeteria for lunch, I hear whispering around me and I look around and gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth the minute I see what the fuss is about. Clara is standing in line with her pack of cunts as everyone stares at her. Her once long blonde hair is now a short pixie cut, with bangs so short she needs a bobby pin to sweep them to the side. Giggles echo theroom, and that's when I see it. Penciled in eyebrows, and they look crooked and horrible. I laugh along with everyone because fuck her. I just wish I were the one who would’ve done it.Guess I’m not the only one gunning for her.
A chair pulls out next to me, and I turn to see that it’s Vaughn, with a million-dollar smile on his face. I’m surprised he’s even speaking to me after the way Jeremy manhandled him last night.
