Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

A Sparkly Pink Pen

"Tell me a story. You're great at storytelling"

"Okay.
At my high school, people used to write all over the walls in the cubicles of the toilets in E Block. Sometimes people even replied to someone else's message, be it positive or negative. But there was this one person who replied to everyones wall scribbles, the girl with the sparkly pink pen. No one knew who it was, but people tried to find out. They set up secret cameras in the stalls, (I know, GROSS) but by the time they retrieved them, the footage was blank. Just the same bathroom stall with a dirty toilet and a mysterious hole in the wall.

Speaking about the hole, no one ever went near it. The wall scribbles warned of a dangerous creature that lived inside, and most of the warnings were in sparkly pink pen. When I saw them for the first time in year 7, I wondered if they had experienced the creature first hand. But the seniors think it was the girl who mysteriously disappeared in the bathroom at the start of the year. Her name was Emily Blake. The whole thing was a shroud or mystery, until I decided to figure it out.

One night, I snuck into the school with a crowbar, an axe, and something to pick locks with. I remember the axe. I hung it at my waist and it bumped my thigh as I snuck into the E block corridor. Some of my friends persuaded a teacher to disable the alarm system, so I could get in without anyone noticing, and they were also stationed around the school, should anything go wrong. I crept into the bathroom, silent as a mouse as went to the cubicle on the far left, the one with the warnings in sparkly pink pen. The door was locked, so I went into the cubicle to the right and shimmied under the high space left by the walls of the cubicle.

I stood in the corner, and watched as something came creeping out of the hole. It was a small girl, with something long and sparkly bound to her back. My mouth dropped as I saw that I could easily cup her in my hands, and I moved forward to greet her. She turned towards me and stared, a scary grin splitting her face. "Don't tell anyone." she said, and reached for the long post. It was a pen. "You were the one writing the messages." I said to her and she put her finger to her lips. As she turned the pen around, I saw the glint of metal, just before she leapt at me and thrust her pen spear into my neck. I choked and gurgled as blood started spilling from my neck, and I cried out to my friends. By the time they arrived the girl was gone and they told me I passed out. We called the police, I went to hospital and the police killed the small girl. The End"

"Wow Dad, that was a great story. I wish it were true but things like that don't happen."

She walks out of the room and Dad rubs the scar on his neck. When he walks out he sees a note on the opposite wall.

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I.
TolD.
yOU
TO
StAY QUIET. ->
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And when Dad looks to the right he sees a sparkly pink pen.....
stuck into the heart of his dead daughter.