Are you Worthy for Annabelle?

2 | A Reason for Everything

A huge smile crosses my face as the entire pack's heads jolt to look behind them.. nothing.

"Who said that..?"

"Did anyone else hear that..?"

"LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

"Ugh, all you bestas are so fucking coño."

"Can we stop overreacting, and can we just leave? It's getting late anyways."

I get off of the grave with my name plastered on the front that I've been sitting on the entire time, and I decided to make myself not invisible anymore.

My top half is fully visible, painted with dried blood, bruises, scars, and more while my bottom half slowly gets transparent the father down you look, making my feet not visible to the eye.

I decide to lock my victims in the graveyard that's exactly like a jail for them while staring at gravestones that acted like electric chairs, showing what would become of them. With a slight creepy, quiet whistle the gate closed and spikes rapidly advance on top of the steel, moldy fences, trapping in my victims.

My jet black hair blows in the wind as I stare into the pack of five teenagers, laughing as I see and hear all of their ridiculous reactions.

"What the fuck? Okayyy, so.. besta ghosty you let me out of here, and I'll.. uhm.. leave my bestas here for you to have fun with. Oh uh! I'll also give you two party sized bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos and Takis..?"

"Why are ghosts real? I can easily kill them with my pinky."

"To be honest, both of y'all are acting like complete idiots. There's something in front of us, and you're acting like this. You guys are like the first idiots to die in a horror movie. "

"Agreed, Willow. Charlotte and Nolan's blood will be smooth like butter smeared across this entire graveyard.

"Can we please leave..? I don't want you all getting hurt."'

I start to float over to them while laughing maniacally, "Oh.. only one.. or zero will be leaving this place alive. How sad, boohoo." I drag my finger down my face, pretending it's a tear.

I start to release baby spirits across the graveyard, making the pack of five slowly go crazy. I think about how most of them, if not all, are going to die, until a flashback comes to me.

I skip along the dirt path, while holding my boyfriend's rough hand in my soft fingertips, staring at the bright sun and fluffy clouds painting the sky. I smile at him, and he smiles back, his eyes glittering with happiness. All of a sudden, his phone starts to loudly, obnoxiously ring.

"Hold on baby, let me answer this. It's my boss."

I sigh, staring down at the rocky, dusty dirt path that leads deep into the forest since we're on the brim of the tall trees. I start to twiddle my fingers, getting upset and annoyed.

I think to myself, "He always interrupts everything we do together with his hour long phone calls. An hour if I'm lucky."

I sit down on the path, staring at the sun that's now getting covered by dull clouds. The sky didn't seem as happy as it was before. The sun looked upset as it hid it's face from the world like a mistake in a painting. The clouds reminded me of spots in a painting when you accidentally get another color into another color because you forgot to wash your brush. The clouds just looked like they didn't belong, even though they did. The sky reminded me of myself currently. I felt upset and tried to cover myself by staring at the upset sky. I felt like I didn't belong here as Clyde's talking with his boss. I just feel ignored, especially since it's been a hour and fifteen minutes.

I start getting annoyed as the time goes on. All I know is him or his worst enemy will be getting a promotion. That's all fine and dandy, but he's been chatting with his boss for three fourths of the time. I decide to poke him and ask if he's done talking because it's starting to get dusk.

I lightly poke his left shoulder, "Hey.. Clyde, are you done yet."

All of a sudden, Clyde screams at me. "SHUT UP, I'M NOT DONE AS YOU CAN TELL, OR ARE YOU TOO STUPID TO TELL?!"

Tears sneak up on me, and in result, they slide down my cheeks. The next thing I hear from the phone is, "Samatha's getting the promotion because you don't know how to politely talk to someone. And because I feel like it, you're getting a demotion. Lerne, wie man eine gottverdammte Frau behandelt, Bastard!"

I then see Clyde spike his phone deep into the forest, fury dancing upon his red face. His brown, medium long hair blows in the wind as the ruffles on my olive colored sun dress play in the cool breeze.

"You got me demoted, bitch. I hope you're proud of yourself, you dumb-ass."

I slowly back up as I see him straightening his back. I knew this all too well. When he straightened his back and stared at me a specific way, I know he's angry at me. Tears stream down my face like waterfalls.

Already expecting it, I feel a fist blow into my face, blood launching onto my face, like a splash of red paint. I fall backwards, onto my head. My hand touches my cheek, and then it automatically goes to the back of my head. I feel blood drip down the back.

"Fuck you Annabelle, fuck you."

I feel his tough hands roughly grab my waist and launch me across his shoulders. He walks closer towards the train tracks, for I start squirming in his grip. Though, I don't have much strength because of my head.

Before my vision blurs and passing out, I feel wooden train-tracks below me, smell train smoke, taste dust flying in the air, hear the rumbling of the ground below me, and I see a steel train right in front of me.

It looks like a painting. Broken rails on the bottom of the painting, a teenage girl getting crushed by a speedy metal train in the center of the painting, the grey clouds covering the top of the painting, trees on the left and the right of the painting, a shattered phone on one side of the trees, and a young man watching it all with a smile on his face on the other side of the trees.

I blink back into reality, "There's a reason for everything. It's someone's fault why you're stuck here. Who's fault is it?"