Feather: A short story collection

Faded

She dunked her clothes again and again, fighting the red stains on her shirts, it never came out of clothes, and that angered her. It stayed engrained, faded into the fibers.

The girl sighed, many cute outfits had been ruined by her addiction. Only this was caused by the fact Brody insisted on hanging on longer.

Oh well. At least she was done with him. She dropped the clothes in the basket and hurried outside in the cover of dark. Her mom was fast asleep. She grabbed the well used shovel by the garage...

The girl woke up in the morning, she was excited as she could go to school. They had finally found the missing boy, apparently he had been.. well it was best not to say what had happened. But at least school was open again.

Her stomach did flips as she dressed herself, today was the day she was going to ask Todd to the dance. Her clothes had to be perfect.

Once at school, she and her friends gathered around her locker. She carefully swiped on lip tint as she told them her plan to ask out Todd. One of them accidentally spoke up, saying she had planned to take Todd to the dance. Well not anymore.

Todd was surprised when she asked him, but he said yes happily. It was like a fairytale. The hottest girl in school and the football star, unlike Brody, he was thousands of leagues below her.

Whispers echoed through the hall as she and Todd walked down the hallway to class. She didn't mind though, they always followed her...

The few days before prom flew by, it was absolutely enthralling, the whole experience, especially with Todd, especially because.. well never mind, it was always best not to talk about those things.

She smoothed down her snatched white dress, which highlighted her best features.
Any minute now Todd would arrive, it would be his last night, well last night being single.

A horn honked outside, and she cautiously made her way to the door. Strutting outside in her best performance. Acting was merely little tricks picked up over time. Like how to pretend you don't care as they tease you, or making them fall to their knees as they admire you. Anyone could do it, but most never learned.

The girl slid into Todd's car with ease. She held his hand all the way there. It was easy.

Once there, they danced, together, like a couple, she blew him off after a while, it was taking too long, but she knew he would come back to her soon.

It was taking too long, she decided. The girl peered through the hallway. She spotted Todd, but he was in the room with the girl who had dared to talk while she explained her plan. Well it was better to kill two bords with one stone.

She whipped her hair back and went in. Todd uttered her name. She merely pulled out her too clean knife for all the horrific things she had done. Two stabs, target practice. One shovel and later she was back at home.

Why was it so hard to wash out blood?

Hi,

This story was inspired by the song Killer Queen by Mad Tsai. I bet you noticed that the girl never had a name, which shows you that she refers to herself as not quite a person. Because she knows she's a psychopath and her name is like a weakness for her.

Thanks for reading!

Luna