I knew I'd see you again

Chapter 24 (I think?)

(A/N: O.k. so I'm aware that I've completely neglected my fanfiction-ing. Sorry, I just think it's more fun to read then to write. But, I guess I had to update eventually. So, I tried to make this chapter extra long because I don't know when I'll be able to update again. But, Enjoy I guess.)

As Wirt and Beatrice walked away, feeling quite good about themselves now, Sara just sat there. She cursed the day Beatrice ever entered that school, and she hated her more than anyone. She didn't know why though. She liked Wirt, yah. A LOT. But, beating up kids? Picking on them? That definitely was not the 'Sara way.' "What's going on with me?" She asked herself, almost expecting to hear an answer. That's what took her by surprise. "Psh, why am I talking to myself? Weird." She said, crossing her arms, still talking to herself. "Yes, very odd." This took her by surprise, being the fact that she hadn't even opened her mouth that time. "Who said that?!" Sara jumped out of her seat, looking around the classroom in a jolt of adrenaline. She stood there, in a readied position, searching the room for someone. She didn't know who. But, for some reason, she recognized the voice. It was deep, dark, and somehow soothing. She could only look around the room for a few seconds before she heard her teacher clear her throat. "If you'd listen to me teaching the class, you'd know whose talking." The teacher stated, making the classroom fill up with giggles and snarky comments from classmates. 'Dang. Sara JUMPED! 'Dem calves though!' 'That's so weird. Who was she looking for?' Sara's face went pale, realizing everyone was whispering and looking at her. She winced at the whispers around the room, even hearing some giggles from her friends. But, she turned around looking to Wirt. He didn't look to her, but when she looked at his face, he didn't even seem to be laughing. Not even a smirk... He didn't think it was funny. Neither did Beatrice. They weren't... making fun of her? Why? Sara began to feel a ping in her stomach. From embarrassment and guilt. What was she doing? Bullying some girl just because she was dating the guy she liked? "I don't know. It looked like, to me, you had your hand on him first. Why not take what's yours?" Sara froze, acknowledging the calm sounding voice that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Who was that? Why was he talking to her? "Miss Marley, please take your seat before-"Sara cut her off, raising her voice more than she meant too. "May I go to the bathroom?! It's-"Sara blushed, hating to use this excuse. "An emergency...?" Sara finished. She looked at her teacher, making a motion with her head, nudging it to the side of the classroom where the door was. "Oh- Oh my stars! Go! But hurry back." She said, sending Sara off. She scurried across the room, ignoring the outright laughter from all most all of the students. As she left the room, Beatrice and Wirt stared at her. "What's up with her?" Wirt asked. "Wirt. Don't ever ask what a girl does in the bathroom. There are things you wouldn't imagine girls do in a bathroom. That's why they bring friends in the bathroom with them. So they can do it too." Beatrice responded, giving Wirt a nudge on his arm, making him laugh as her statement. "I'm gonna ignore that comment... But for real, she's acting odd. You know? Like she just made an excuse to leave?" He said, seeing if she thought the same thing. "Well, duh! I'd make an excuse too if I could to get out of this dumb class." Beatrice stated, expressing her true hatred for this class. It was very obvious that almost everyone hater Mrs. Lattimore's class. But, nonetheless, Wirt knew that couldn't have been the reason for her excuse to leave. He may not have been on her good side for a while, but he knew her long enough to know when she was lying. And boy, was she lying. Wirt looked over to Beatrice, biting his lip. He had an idea, but he couldn't. Not to her. He didn't want to get her hurt in any way. But... What if something was wrong with Sara? He wouldn't admit it to anyone for real, but he secretly still cared about her. Not in a romantic way. But, after seeing her go bonkers and act different, he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. This wasn't the Sara he grew up with as a tween. But, could he? Should he? What if- No. There was no question about it. He sighed, nudging Beatrice's shoulder. The classroom had settled down and Beatrice was in the middle of a daydream when she was interrupted. "Wirt?" Beatrice said, looking into his eyes. "Beatrice? Do me a favor, will you?" He said, almost demanding her. "Yes sir!" She said, in a whispered tone. "What is it man?" She asked. "I need you to go and check on Sara in the bathroom. Please?" He finally got out. He was worried what her response would be, only to hear this. "Mrs. Lattimore, may I use the restroom?" She asked, giving Wirt a light wink as she looked back at him, giving him a smile that almost said 'now you owe me, sweetheart.' Mrs. Lattimore turned around, facing the ambitious red head. "Let me guess, you too?" She asked, obviously not amused. "Uuuhhh." Was all Beatrice could say as her face turned bright red from embarrassment. "Fine. But, while you're in there, tell Sara to come out. She's been in there almost the entire class period." Beatrice nodded, making her was to the door. As she did, she took one last look at Wirt, seeing him give her 2 thumbs up and a huge grin to encourage her. She smirked, ducking her head out of the classroom. As she made her way through the halls, she brushed her hands over the lockers. It was a comforting feeling, yes? It reminded her of when she would take walks in the forest and skim her fingers over the bark of the trees as she would hum to herself. She sighed. She loved those memories. She missed those memories. She wished she could get them back. If only... Before Beatrice knew it, she was at the entrance to the girl's bathroom. She was about to walk in when she heard some odd sounds. Whispers, slight sounds of sobbing, and what almost sounded like glass shattering. But, nonetheless, she fought against her better judgement and pushed open the door to see a crying Sara. "Shut up!!! Get out of my head!!! Monster!!! Beast!!!" Sara screamed. Beatrice was shocked, seeing the mirror that once sat on the sink of the bathroom wall now on the floor, broken to pieces. She looked to Sara, seeing her crawling around on the floor. Blood seemed to spill everywhere. Her palms were once plump and firm. Now, as if bringing a needle to the rubber layers of a balloon, her palms had... popped. They no longer had blood rushing there them. No. They seemed flat. As if once they were pricked with the glass she did everything in her power to squeeze out the remainder. The site alone was sickening, being that Beatrice was already very squeamish. Beatrice began to back away slowly, thinking to run and tell someone, only to have Sara crawl over to her. Sara seemed to attack her, clawing at her legs, pulling at her cloths, trying to find a way to stand up. Sara finally got a hold of Beatrice's shirt, pulling her down to the ground with her. Beatrice shrieked in pain, feeling the millions of microscopic shards of glass race through her, almost as if they were poking through her skin and into her blood stream, spreading the pain everywhere her veins would take them. Beatrice let out a heavy sob, feeling the blood leave her body as if there was a fire inside her. She wanted to move, only to feel the mirror shards move further into her body as she tried too. She could barely even cry because if she did, she'd begin to move. But, what could she do? There was no other option. With all the strength she had, she moved her arms into a bent shape, elevating herself. She let out yet another shriek of pain, feeling the glass violate her body. Just as she began to get up, she was suddenly tackled. "Stop!!!! Listen! Listen to his words!!! OBEY HIM AND WE WILL ALL BE SAVED!!!!" Sara yelled into Beatrice's face, squeezing her neck. It didn't help her any more knowing she was swaddling her as well. There was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't get up. She couldn't run away. She couldn't do anything. She felt... Hopeless. Either way, she had to fight it. Beatrice grabbed her wrists, trying to rip then off her neck, only for her to begin to dig her nails into her skin after her failed attempts. "Don't you hear the calls?! LISTEN FOOL!!! He seeing you everywhere! He sees all!!! Listen to his calls!!!" As Sara said that, she jumped off of Beatrice, crawling on her hands and knees as quickly as she could to a large broken piece of glass on the floor. Once she reached the mirror, she proceeded by staring into the mirror, not saying a word for a moment. "Yes, master?" Sara said, still looking into the mirror. "How do I do that?" She continued. Who was she talking too? No one. There was no one speaking to her. She was talking to- herself. She had gone insane. She must be insane. What is wrong with her? Who is she speaking with? Who does she think she's speaking with?! "Yes, my king. I understand." Sara finally said after moments of intense silence. Once she was done talking to herself, she turned around, facing Beatrice. Beatrice wasn't too scared though. Sara had beaten her up before. But, it this time, No pain could compare to- Beatrice's eyes widened, seeing Sara rise to her feet. Her skin, beginning to ink over with black lines and dots, as if she had a disease. The form disgusted her, only for it to get worse. Beatrice watched in terror as Sara began to sprout cones. No horns. No.... Branches. They burst through the sides of her head, making her grin with delight. Sara walked over to Beatrice, grinning a cartoony smile, before grabbing her by the shoulder. "Come. There's someone who'd like to meet you."