Hurt me once

Chapter Four - Silent Sonya

Her eyes gazed around the bathroom as she contemplated her options. If she stayed trapped within the school, she would be forever stuck with the ring of the bell. Escape at that point would be impossible and a horrific version of Groundhog's Day would be inevitable. Alerting a teacher would only result in them believing the rumours that floated around the school of her mental illness being something alike criminal insanity or psychosis. However, if she managed to haul herself out of the high bathroom window and throw herself out on the field without anyone noticing, she'd be safe, right?

Plan in mind and determination in her blood, she began to climb atop a large mountain of cleaning and mop buckets. A few falling here and there, she was beginning to reach the window. As it was cracked ajar, she was able to push it outwards with a hell of a lot of strength. Despite her wiry stature, she could be strong if she is motivated enough. Finally, the window was fully opened, unlocking the barrier between Hell and the outside world. Swiftly, Sarah flung her long legs out of the window, hoping to god there wasn't a person out in the playing field. With this, she forcefully threw herself out, landing on the hard pavement in a consequence of her actions. At this point, she had gotten more than a few bruises over her yellowish-dark skin. She didn't even care though. Freedom was at the ends of her fingertips, the feeling of winning this mind game was tingling on her tongue. Quickly, she scurried to her feet, not bothering to brush away the dirt that clung around her from the grass beneath her feet. Spinning around, everything she just did was in vain.

There stood Sonya.

No emotion even barely grazed her face, her lips unmoving as her vocal cords were silent.

She stared without a feeling in her albino-pink eyes. The stare was directed at something that Sarah couldn't see, yet she knew that it was intense. Soon, the gaze was directed at the shaking schizophrenic girl. Sarah squeaked at how fierce the stare was, it burrowed through her mind and into her soul.

Without a word, Sonya lifted her finger and pointed it straight at Sarah menacingly. Fearing for her life, Sarah backed away and ran towards the school's back entrance.

In no time, Sarah was facing the camera-watched fence with a futuristic intercom nearby. Abandoning wasting time, Sarah jumped and clung onto the fence. The metal wobbled, rattled and curled under her weight, however, it steadied itself soon after. Her agility was one of a spider's, Sonya's footsteps drawing closer and closer by the second. Sweat beading on her forehead as she finally reached the top of the nine foot fence. Wasting no time at all, she jumped. She could distinctly hear a crack from her arm as she landed on her left-side. A wail of pain came from her as she watched Sonya meet the fence. Sarah felt as though she won, Sonya was trapped behind the metal and she wasn't in there with her. It wasn't the case.

The exact second Sarah blinked, Sonya was already across the fence. Eyes widened from fear, Sarah jumped to her feet as the finger of the albino stabbed the air.

Hard feet hit the concrete as the two were in a game of cat and mouse. Sarah, without a plan, ran straight to home. Sonya, mindless and devious, followed her in silence. Turns and corners littered their path, Sarah even took a detour to try and loose the other, only to get a little lost herself.

Seconds flew like hours. Minutes felt like days. The chase was slowly wearing down the schizophrenic's legs. Luckily, home was in sight, it looked like heaven. However, the closer and closer they grew, the more horrid its condition looked. Weeds so I rated the garden. Broken bricks were everywhere like annoying little devils. Sarah stared straight on though, the condition not mattering as long as she can be set free. She could vividly see the outline of her parents sunken into their chairs, eyes glued to the shining tv. Running faster than ever, the girl was desperate to get to the comfort of her home for it was the only way she'd be safe from the demon chasing her.

She almost collided with the front door as she got to it, fumbling with the lock and her keys as she could see the albino approaching behind her. Why did she think Sonya was so scary? She didn't know herself. Something in those eyes made her bittersweetly terrifying. The way Sonya fooled her into become friends, then telling her she was insane and a psycho.

As she heard the satisfying click of the door lock turn and twist the mechanism inside, she managed to push open the door with her good arm. A room full of laughter came from the living room tv as she passed by it, not caring that she got the attention of her parents. Heading dead for the kitchen she picked it the closest weapon she could find. A mallet.

She remembered a thought that made her squeal.

The. Door. Was. Unlocked.

A pair of feet began to tap on the tiles of the kitchen floor as heavy breaths came from Sarah behind the counter. She could hear nothing except those feet. The entire world was muted or muffled. Inaudible sounds seemed to be coming from the beholder of the feet, too muffled and mumbled to hear and make out. Sarah clutched her mallet tight, hammer-side up. Her entire body froze as she heard the sounds drawing nearer and nearer with every breath. The feeling of dread coated the room in a thick fog, it seeped in her head and clouded her mind as all rational thoughts left her without a trace. In the back of her head, she was screaming at herself to stop.

She clambered to her feet.

Sonya in sight, weapon in hand...

Only one opportunity... Sarah thought.

She swung.

CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH...

The mallet was repeatedly swung as blood flew through the air. Mumbled screams came from the girl below her as Sarah clutched her eyes tight. A smile of triumph was spreading across her face slowly as she felt the warm red over her clothes. The satisfying mush and crunch of the mallet against skull and brain was ringing in her ears. Soon, the muffles turned to real screams.

This... Isn't right... Something's not right... Sarah thought, slowly opening her eyes. And her suspicions were correct.

The murder felt all too brilliant. It was thrilling and exciting, only until you see the aftermath of it all.

This wasn't Sonya.

Sonya...

"She wasn't real..." Sarah mumbled as she looked at her bloodstained hands.

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Guys. I live in Britain and this is honestly the worst I've ever been snowed in like holy shit.