Collect of Short Stories

Suri and Her Vendetta

"No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry." This coming from any other person would come off with a semblance of sympathy. Some shred of...pity for the person at need. But Suri wasn't like most of other people, no. Instead, resisted the urge to sucker punch this absolute donkey-looking face out of existence. This bitch...she had endured two straight nights of nonstop complaining and crying.
       "Oh, where's the food!" Or "Oh my god, why is no one giving me attention!" Well, the girl never technically said the second one but it's obvious she's wondering about that.
        'Fucken, bitch.' Suri thought with malice as her cries echoed through the room. 'They taught us natural selection in school. I believed it up until now. How the hell did this poor excuse of a human being make it this far without leeching from other people?'
      Almost on cue, a large wail escape from somewhere deep inside Emma's chest. It sounded animal-like. Like it couldn't possible be a source of an actual, well-functioning human being. But no, it came from her, Emma.
       Suri morphed her face into something that resembled a sneer mixed with irritation. Fucken, ass. Her very existence was made to destroy the lives of others and to her credit, she's doing one hell of a job at it. So good in fact, Suri wants to take off her shoe and hit her square in the face. Maybe break her nose in the process...
      She smiled blissfully at the thought only to have the moment of tranquility shattered by another loud sob. The fact that people still bothered to come to aid in a moment of a false mental breakdown was beyond her. They care too much. Care too much for an especially annoying brat whose only main purpose of being in this world and not terminated like all the other sperm cells was fucken because god wanted to sit back, relax and watch other people suffer. How anyone could be within a two feet proximity to her without secretly planning her demise is beyond her.
        "I...I just...I just want to have good food and warm blankets—"
        "Shut the hell up!" Suri snapped her neck back to stare at the Emma which, surprise, surprise was surrounded by fucken eleven other simps intent on kissing her dirty, crusty feet which reeks like rotting corpses. All plants in a 1 mile radius dropped dead by a single whiff of it.
       Imagine being less than five feet away.
      A fellow supporter of the worst drama Queen on earth barred her teeth at, Suri. He had short cropped hair, like a person sent to the military. Only his body structure looked like a soggy marshmallow about to fall off its stick. She had no doubt he would be one of those people sitting behind a computer screen in their mother's basement going ham at his no-no square over some furry porn.
       "Men," she thought. "The bane of our existence yet we need to rely on these fools to reproduce. Only few pass as an exception. Only few pass as passable but he is like all the other. Fat, lazy, ugly and retarded." The sheer thought was enough for her to pinch her nose, as if she smelled something awful. Awful enough to singe the nose hair inside her nostrils.
       "What the fuck are you looking at, piglet?"  Suri sneered. She didn't give a shit if he's been called that before. Well, obviously he had. Flaps of skin were practically blocking half his vision.
        He ignored the crude introduction and got straight into defensive position. "Don't get mad at, Emma!"
     Once she leaves this wretched place...once she leaves this shitty orphanage, she's coming back just to drag him outside and beat him up. Hell if she does it right now the workers are going to put her in "time-out"....time out. What a joke. She's 15 for gods sake and they treat them like children! This entire place is a hellhole, crawling with maggots like him! Unlike all these absolute idiots with room temperature IQ, Suri's not waiting to get adopted. That will never happen. Nobody goes to this place, look at the sunken faces of kids who wish to get picked and actually picks.
       That hope is the only thing keeping her fist by her side and not into the skull of 14 year-old Emma Tyson a.k.a the bitch that won't keep her trap shut if she was held at gun point. When is she going to realize crying won't help her one day? When is she going to realize begging won't benefit her? If someone doesn't put her place now, then she will end up dead. Somehow that doesn't seem all that bad...
      "This asshat can't go a single hour without fucken bursting into tears you. Mind you, this is every. Single. Day. Everything single day where I hear her voice so much, even if she stops talking I can still hear her." Suri took a step forward, her jaw locking at yet another sound of a sob. She pointed at Emma whose eyeballs turned to the size of truck wheels. "If you truly wanted to help, do us all a favor," she gestured towards the back of the room where all the other young kids sat and watched, breath hitched. "Do us a favor and tape her mouth shut. Slam it with your hand, cut out her tongue, sew it off—I don't give a fuck, just so long as it's CLOSED."
       "I don't cry everyday!" She argued back before the soggy marshmallow could say another futile combat. Suri locked her menacing, dark brown eyes onto hazel ones. She still doesn't get it. Her brain is melting...at room temperature! Peanut sized brain...can barely comprehend anything even if information came in a minute at a time. Is this some sort of video game? Is she some sort of real-life NPC who walks into a wall and keeps that some position until the user restarts the game again?
       Holy fuck man.
       She leaned down towards the blonde haired girl. She figured all of them were at least relatively mature. None of them received pampering. It was all hard life until their parents either died or moved on. But this girl can't get it through her thick skull. How dense is that thing?
       "Shut your mouth, Emma." She spat out her name like venom. "Nobody, nobody here wants to hear you whine 24/7. Not even these Oompa Loompas!" She shot glances at the multiple boys surrounding her. "Since you repeat literally the same five things over and over again, let me answer the question that's at the tip of your tongue," in a high-pitched squeaky voice, she mimicked, "B-but what about t-these people? T-they're m-m-my friends!"
       She leaned down harder, soaking in the blood, sweat and tears that Emma bathed in each and everyday. It was the main point of her scheme to attract pity and sympathy. Other than her looks of her course. She looked like a saggy doll thrown in mud and laid out in the sun only to get peed on by a stray dog.
      "Yeah? Well take a good look around your so called 'friends'. Notice anything? How they're all men!? That's because they know they can't get laid outside of these walls and the closest they have of touching a female is you! You, you dumbfuck!"