Justice For Miss Gertrude.

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CHAPTER 1

Highschool is a bitch. We are all told what to do, and how to do it. God, to just be free of it all. I fucking hate school. Everyone is so fake! "Millie" this "Millie" that, I want to vomit at the thought of it. Even now, as I stand here with Logan, I want to blow my fucking brains out. Sure she's nice and all, but holy shit is this bitch dumb. I look at her in the eyes, and I swear I can see right through into her skull. It's empty! Ha!

"So Millie, are you ready for the Halloween Bash tonight? I've heard it's going to be the shit of the century!" She tells me. Trust me when I say this, I'm seriously fighting the urge to roll my eyes right now. But appearances must be kept up, no matter the day.

Smiling the best I can, I just reply, "Uh, duh! Of course I am!" God that sounded fake. "You know I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

She smiles back brightly, obviously missing my distaste in being here right now. She turns her head, looking slightly behind me. I feel an arm slip around my waist as I resist the urge to jump out the window I'm currently standing next to.

Turning my head, I see Bobby. Now, while he's definitely not the brightest boyfriend out there, he's tolerable. And it's better than having to listen to everyone bitch about how "I'm too pretty to be single." or other idiots asking me out. I see Logan eyeing him up. They think I'm stupid enough to not notice them sleeping together behind my back. Kinda hard to miss when you find them fucking in the back of your own car at a party.

"Yo baby! How's it hanging?" Bobby yells out, disturbing everyone else in the hallway with us.

"We're just talking about the Bash tonight!" Logan said with a wink. I resist the urge to gag.

"Hell yeah! Are you all ready to PAR-TAY! WOO!" Bobby yelled out, once again causing heads to turn. He was lucky that he was the star quarterback for the school football team, otherwise I swear no one would ever put up with this crap.

Some may ask why I put up with these idiots. It's as simple as keeping up with appearances. I hate it though. It's the most suffocating thing ever to deal with these people. Every day, every hour, every minute, there's always some sort of problem. These people either can't seem to keep the latest "tea" to themselves, or keep it in their pants. Both are a pain in my ass either way.

Bobby began to punch my arms, like he would with one of his football buddies. Do I look like one of his fucking football buddies? No. So fuck off. Ah, to be able to say that to his face.

"Ok baby, I got something to do so I'm gonna have to leave you hanging here" Bobby tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek. He slaps my ass as he walks past me, walking down the hall, turning the corner, disappearing from view. Thank god he left.

I turn back in the direction of Logan, only to see her visibly excited.

"Ok well, I've got to go to math, so I'll see you later at lunch, ok babes?" Logan says in a peppy manner, rushing her speech as if she was in a hurry.

I smile back, knowing that it doesn't truly reach my eyes, "Of course! I'll see you later then!" Blegh.

Logan turns her back to me, walking in the same direction that Bobby just left. Jesus, she's not even being subtle about it. I feel my mouth turn into a slight frown, but catch myself quickly. I turn around, walking in the direction of the bathrooms.

I open the door, only to be greeted by the disgusting smell of a public restroom, filling my nose, making me want to cringe. God, that shit is vile. I walk in, and turn myself to face the mirror. I will admit, I am very attractive in comparison to my peers. My dark blonde hair up in a ponytail, leaving some hair down to frame my face. With my blue eyes, and rosy cheeks, I am almost every guy's ideal type around here. In a town as simple minded as mine, you simply learn the tricks.

I stare at myself, itching my face. Jesus, I really need to get a new skin care routine. The one I've been using has NOT been working. The itchy feeling continues to spread down my body, as a mass wave of discomfort and disgust washes over me. I feel the hairs on my arms stand on end, and my vision starts to spot.

My surroundings continue to darken as everything fades into itself, leaving me confused, disoriented, and wondering what the fuck was going on.

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My skin felt as if it was on fire, with these sounds bashing around in my ears. It started out quiet, slowly getting louder and louder. It felt like bugs were crawling all over my skin. It was defiling, and left me shivering. I looked around, realizing it was a theater. The spotlight shone down on me, burning my skin, but leaving me cold at the same time.

"What the actual fuck."

"Do it." A voice whispered out. It sounded like it was right behind me. I shot my head around, stumbling forwards away from the voice. "You know you want to." It giggled out. It was high pitched, almost as if it was a child, shouting out, but still trying to be quiet.

"W-what do you mean?" I cry out, with my voice wavering slightly. No. I have to seem brave. I straighten my back, trying to seem more bold and confident than I was actually feeling right now. In truth, I was shitting bricks. A shriek, followed by a cackle call out from the theater. It was coming from nowhere, but felt like it was coming from everywhere. There was no origin to the voice.

The cries multiplied, getting louder and louder, shaking the stage I was standing on. "Do it, do it, do it!" The voices echoed throughout my head.

I brought my hands up to my ears, trying to block out the noise. Nothing would cancel out the sound though. I could feel as a wetness started pooling in my hands. I bring them back down to eye level and see blood on them. Are my ears fucking bleeding?

I brought my hands back up to my ears, squeezing my eyes shut in a hopeless attempt to escape this fucked up form of torture.

And then I opened my eyes.