Boristalt

Five Targets

If I wanted to live, I had to do it. Those tiny red shards glowing their blood red illumination sat there above their heads.
Mocking me.
My knuckles white from gripping the knife. Blood rushed to my head in a split decision.
I saw them. All five of them lean into a huddle. They were probably saying something mean about me.
     "Hey Jenny, come here!" One of Taylor's posey member giggled.
Ok, here I come...
I tucked the knife in my back pocket. I was able to feel the cold blade through my pants. Goosebumps ran up my arm as I new that his knife wouldn't be cold for much longer.
I walked over to where the girls stood.
"Jenny," one of them asked. I think her name was Julie. "We though we would invite you to a party!" She laughed.
"Yeah, you will love it!" Laughed Taylor.
     I remembered this way too well. On Halloween, they invited me inside Taylor's house for their "party". If only I hadn't gone in. They drenched me in paint when I walked into the room that they were partying in. Then they thought it would be funny to beat me with her dads golf clubs until I bled and until the blue pant turned purple. I ran home crying and screaming. I tried to get my mom to do something. But she was to busy drinking her life away to even lift a finger.
     But this could be my chance.
I made it look like I was thinking. Once in a while, I would see a glimpse of them trying so hard not to laugh.
Finally I stuttered  an answer.
"No." I grumbled.
The girls looked at me with disbelief and shock. With me doing my thinking, I realized that they are gullible little brats and I was six years of experience ahead of them.
"I have a party for you guys!" I cheered.
They gave me questioned looks.
"Yup... It's um... At my house!" I said.
Taylor walked up to me. Two inches away from my face.
"Don't try to play your pity little games here demon girl." She said. Every 'p' that she said, spit flew out and drizzled my face.
Cringing, I responded.
"Don't worry, my parents aren't home, so we can do whatever we wanted!
All of their faces lit and I knew at that moment, I would have five little appendixes soon.
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Thankfully, when I brought the girls to my house, my mom had gone and left to go to the bar. It was her favorite place.
"What's that smell?" Taylor asked. "It smells like all of my puppies and kittens just took a poop." She whined.
"Well," I responded. "How many puppies and kitties do you have?" I replied sarcastically.
"Eighteen. Ten kitties and eight puppies." She replied with that snobby little  tone of hers.
"Come down stairs." I said. Giving myself the thought of slaying these girls with a knife, just for their appendix gave me chills. I had to do it though. This challenge is just all in my head.
Is it?
It sure is. Boristalt replied. I almost jumped out my skin.
I'm doing what you wanted! I screamed in my head.
The next thing I heard was Boristalt's snicker before I heard the girls complain again.
"It's dark down here." Taylor whined.
"Good," I replied. "This means that that the party lights haven't turned on yet." I groped around on the wall to find the lights switch. I found it, and flicked the lights on. The hollow feel of the unfinished basement made me choke back a tear.

My old home.

     The girls inspected the the room. Looking at every inch of the room.
"There's no party stuff here." Said one of them.
"Yeah, there aren't even any toys." Another one complained.
I had another idea.
     "Don't worry, it's all one big magic trick." I said while moving my hands like magicians would.
"Ok then demon girl, proof it." Taylor retorted.
"Ok," I responded. "I'm going to turn on the lights, and in 10 seconds, everything will be here!"
     The girls looked at each other in disbelief.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Sure. . ." Taylor snorted.
     I walked back over to where I found the light switch. I closed the door,

And locked it.

I shut off the lights, and I heard a few whimpers from the girls.
"Hurry up." Taylor demanded.
     Being back in my old house, I was able to maneuver through my basement with out hitting any walls, furniture, or the water heater.
I slowed my breathing as I felt the presence of the girls in front of me.

I then pulled out the knife.