Demented

Carrie/Frank by Stephen King

"I'm like Carrie," thirteen year old Frank mumbled, on his way to the bus stop. "I'm like Carrie."

   Without the crazy religious mother and telekinesis of course. And a menstrual cycle. He related to her on the school level. Remember that locker room scene in Carrie? Frank had gotten tackled, butt naked, in the boy's locker room. A pair of panties provided by a girl beforehand, were forced on him. The P.E. teacher found him sobbing in the showers. That was in September, four months ago. He's been laughed at in class. He's been tricked. Hopefully, he wished, he'd get some powers to kill people. That'd be nice, he thought.

  The bus arrived. Frank stepped in. Darry, a kid named after the oldest brother in The Outsiders (Coincidental, since he acted like him), groaned at Frank. Frank ignored him and sat down. He sat his blue backpack on his lap.

    He checked Twitter to see if anyone he followed had Tweeted. Instead, he found tens of Tweets negatively directed at himself. He scrolled down and found the first one. TheHamisHere said, "@Frankiero I found ur account! U are such a loser! You're not safe now!" Frank sighed and looked at the next one. SuziePen$ said, "@Frankiero hi! @alexhammel told me about how he found ur acc! Ur profile is more pathetic than how well you do in gym!"

  Frank read every other comment. Tears brewed in his eyes. He sniffled. He quickly wiped his eyes with his forearm. Frank's face became a dark red. He was going to be Carrie. His body became tensed. He replayed everything he had read. His blood boiled, yet it became cold blooded. He was Carrie.

Frank let out a blood curdling scream. He was letting out all his rage. Everyone on the bus stared at him, startled. The bus driver slowed down and said into the speaker, "Why are you yelling? Stop it this instant!"

  Frank kept going. Darry whispered to Ben, "He's fucking crazy."

  Marrisah and Lexi were giggling. "The doggy wants to get off the chain!" the former laughed.

The bus driver, Mr. Deena, pulled over. He rushed to Frank. "Frank, I need you to calm down. What's wrong?" Frank didn't answer. Mr. Deena tried restraining him, but he pushed him away. "Frank!"

  "Aaahh! Go away!" He pulled his mustache with all of his strength. A part of it tore off.

  Mr. Deena hurried back to his seat. "There is a kid screaming on my bus! He ripped part of my mustache off!" he exclaimed into the radio.

  "What is the student's name?" the vice principal, Mrs. Marion, asked.

  "Frank Iero!"

  "Have you ever had a problem with him before?"

  "Never. He's the best kid here!"

  "He's yelling and being physically violent? Is he attacking anyone else?"

  "No, he's in his seat. He's yelling like it's the end of the world. He's not responding, he looks mad!"

  "Where are you at? I'm coming."

  "Malcolm X Road."

  "Copy that. I know exactly where that is. I'll be there in ten minutes."

  "Copy that." Mr. Deena looked in the rearview mirror. Frank was still screaming. Some students had their cellphones out, taking videos. "Put your cellphones away!" he demanded. "And go to the very back!" Everyone obeyed, yet some still discreetly recorded.

  Within thirteen minutes, Mrs. Marion arrived. Behind her car was a school bus. She entered and immediately saw Frank screaming, although his voice was becoming weak. "Frank? Can you step off the bus for me?"