The Life Of A Victim

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"RUN!” I shouted, causing John to run away from Katelyn, she was chasing him like a bloodhound trying to find a murderer. I took the opportunity to set up the makeshift bombs by her base. I waited behind a tree far away, but close enough to see what was going on, “Thought you could run, eh?” Katelyn asked, dragging John by the arm, “Don't go anywhere” she ordered him, tying him to a tree.

He kept struggling, but it was no use. She started walking my way, but she didn’t see me, I think. As she passed the tree, I went to the other side of the tree, avoiding her. After she went off trying to find me, I untied John, “We gotta get out of here,” he suggested, “You can, but I’m staying,” I answered, my voice sounding strict yet hopeless at the same time, “No, I’m not leaving you,” he said, his voice grew with frustration. I nodded, knowing there was no way to change his mind. We were hiding in a different location, but it was still near the base, “Okay, she’s coming,” He whispered as I nodded. We waited until she was close enough to the tree as I pressed the button, detonating the bombs.

I heard her screams of pain and horror fill the forest. As the smoke lowered after a while, I came out of our hiding spot and tried to find her, I ended up only finding her left arm with a tattoo on it, probably to connect her powers with voodoo stuff. It looked like it was done by hand and not by a professional. She was finally gone, and the rush of relief came as I realized it was over, we can go back to our normal lives once again, for the 3rd time, “Grace!” He yelled, trying to find me, I walked to him, and he gave me a hug of relief, “It’s over now, no more nightmares or unsettling feelings, everything will be perfect,” “We can be normal again, just you and I, nothing else,” I responded, hugging him as tight as I can, “Let’s go home,” he suggested, I nodded and just like that, it was over. What felt like a giant war going on for years, finally ended, with John by my side.

We get out of the woods and see dozens of police, loads of medics and firemen, and up to 100 people from our school, offering help and endlessly applauding. I heard a familiar voice, gasping. I turned to look at who made the gasp, it was Vikki. I made my way to her, “Hey Vikki,” I started, “I’m sorry, but Katlyn is-” she cut me off, “Dead?” I nodded as her eyes started to tear up, “I truly am sorry, I know she wasn't the nicest to me, but I sure hope she was nice to at least you,” “She was,” she answered, her voice quivering, “That’s why I stayed by her side, I had nobody other than her,” “Well, I’m more than happy to be your friend,” I said, as I started to walk off, she said, “Thank you,” I nodded and headed over to John’s car.

I was stopped by a news reporter, shoving a microphone in my face, “Miss, what exactly happened, in the woods?” “Well,” I started, “I saw some voodoo books and potions, I then saw the voodoo dolls of me, my boyfriend, John, and my mom,” “Okay, no comments, please,” John interrupted, I guess he could see I was uncomfortable. Before I knew it, I was in the front seat of the car, the doors were closed. John was still standing outside, ushering the reporters away from the car. He soon got them away, “Well,” he started, opening the door, “That’s enough of that,” He started driving off to his house, the trip was silent.

We pulled up in the driveway and we both sat in the living room. I turned on the TV and the News Show popped up. I tried changing the channel, but every single channel was the same, “Earlier today, Grace Raynott and John Callahan were in the woods, fighting off Katelyn Michelle, who is supposedly a voodoo ritualist. Katelyn Michelle is now dead, the only body part found was her left arm. Police and medics wonder alike, ‘How can this happen?’ In other news, Evelyn High School’s school year has been canceled, but every student will get their diploma if they’re a senior. All credit will be given to every student there,” I turned the TV off, I felt bad for her family, but it was the only way. John scooted by me, “Hey,” he started, “It’s over, things can be good again,” “I know they will,” I answered, “I just feel awful,” “You tried your best to stop her, you tried to avoid violence, that is enough, you are enough,” he pulled me into a side hug, “And you will always be my tater tot,” he said s he kissed the top of my head, “And you will always be my weirdo,” I finished. We then fell asleep, still holding onto each other like our lives depended on it.