The Enemy U.S.A.

Chapter 9: The Psycho

Molly was stuck in her room. She locked the door and heard what was going on. She heard the grown-ups banging on the doors. She heard Kevin, Braden, and Lissette, walking past, carrying Dian, Tyler, and Kelly. She hears Kevin running down the hall, back to where Julie was. She heard her scream in pain and Kevin calling her name. He heard him running back with grown-ups chasing him. She heard the door slam and the grown-ups banging on the door where the kids were. She heard the grown-ups eating her friend. She heard everything.

Molly backed up to the corner, covering her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. She regretted what she did. She didn't want that to happen. Her saddens turned into anger. She hated Kevin. She hated that he brought the grown-ups to them. She hated how he was being protected by Emily.

"Emily," She whispered to herself. She hated how her friend betrayed her. "I hope you die. I hope all of you die. But not Dian. No, she knew what she was doing. If only Kevin didn't move the gun away from him. He would be dead. He wouldn't be here. There wouldn't be more problems. But why must he live? Why?"

Molly looked all round her. She looked at all the food and water. "They don't deserve this," Molly whispered to herself. "I'm going to keep this all to myself. That's why no one followed me, right?" Molly looked up to the ceiling. "Dian was right, sinners get what they deserved, but not all of them. I hope Dian is alright. She's the only one who understands. I hope they're keeping her alive."

Molly grabbed a can of alphabet soup and grabbed the can opener kept next to all of the can food. Slowly she opened it and grabbed a spoon from the teacher's desk, kept in one of the little drawers. "No one will get this," she whispered. "No one." She took a bite out of her soup and was going to take a second one but stopped when she heard voices outside. She slowly crept to the window. It was blocked by the wooden boards that protected it, so she couldn't see anything. She heard Kevin and Braden. They were talking. Molly heard them talking about her in the room with all of the food, water, and medicine. She heard Kevin asking of they could break in there. Molly tensed up, but then relaxed when Braden said they could and that she probably had a weapon. The thing was that she didn't, but then she looked at the teacher's desk. She waited until the boys jogged away and crept to the teacher's desk. She opened the drawer where the knives were kept and found a kitchen knife. That would be her weapon. She slashed it in the air. "Yes," she whispered. "I do have a weapon."

She put the knife in her right pocket and sat back down with her soup. She grabbed a water bottle and took a sip. "This is the life," Molly whispered. "I can last for months." Molly then stopped eating. "Why am I talking to myself?" Then Molly's voice got deeper. "Because you can only trust yourself."

"You're right." Molly whispered in her normal voice.

"Of course I am." Molly whispered in her deep voice.

Molly smiled and took another bite of her soup. She finished it up and drank more water. She didn't realize that she was talking to herself. She couldn't trust anyone anymore. She only trusted herself, and maybe Dian.

Molly remembered how her mother would worry about her when she was talking to herself. Molly named her deeper voice Carrie. She would fight with Carrie and ask her questions when she was younger, maybe because she was lonely. Her mother took her to the doctor and said that was the reason why, because she had no fiends. After talking to other parents about Molly's loneliness, their children were made to befriend Molly, and they were taking a liking to her. Soon after Molly had a lot of friends and never talked to Carrie again, until after the disease broke out. All of her friends died. Molly talked to Carrie in private, when no one was looking. They'd think she was crazy, but she was, and Molly didn't know it. Molly killed one of her best friends without telling anyone, because she couldn't trust him. She closed the glass doors on him when the grown-ups were running after him. She let him die. The others thought he was grabbing on to the doors when the grown-ups grabbed him and closed it in himself, but he didn't. Molly let him die.

"Should I let Dian live?" Molly asked Carrie.

"Yes," Carrie whispered. "She is the only one you can trust, besides me."

"You're absolutely right."

"I know I am. I'm always right."

"True." Molly took another sip of water. "You're the best, you know?"

"Yes, I know. You don't have to keep telling me that."

"Sorry. Don't give me that attitude."

"Whatever."

After a while of talking with Carrie, Molly heard a car stop. Later she heard the doors opening and closing. "What was that?" She asked.

"A car," Carrie said. "But how?"

"I don't know."

Then she heard an unfamiliar voice near the window. "So is this where that bitch Molly is?" The voice asked.

"Yeah," it sounded like Braden. "Know hurry the fuck up already!"

"Alright." The voice said.

Molly heard something bang against the wooden boards. She heard them start to break as the mystery person was hitting the with something. "Hide!" Carrie whispered.

Molly hid behind the teacher's desk and took out her knife. "I'm gonna kill them." Molly whispered.

"Just be careful," Carrie said. "If you die, I die."

The boards gave away. Molly poked her head out a bit and saw a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it with barb wire wrapped around it. "Ata girl!" Said the voice.

"Good job, Mike!" It sounded like Kevin's voice.

"Don't thank me," the voice said, presumably Mike's voice. "Thank Emily."

"Here they come." Carrie whispered.

Kevin stepped in with his gun ready. "Molly?" He called.

Molly got up and charged at him while screaming with the knife, aiming it at his neck.