Butterfly Minds

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(This is a horror based story. This also is an essay we had to give in for English class and I thought it was kinda cool so I'm also puting it up here.)

One night, just your average, typical Wednesday night... right?

Wrong. Tonight was the night. The 18th of April 1984. It was the anniversary of her death. Sarah Hopper. She died a horrible death, a death that cannot be forgiven a death oh so gruesome an unpleasant. Let's go back to the night of 18th April 1983.

Sarah was just a young girl, with beautiful, long straight blonde locks that were always tied in two ponytails on the sides of her head. She was about 6 years old at the time. She was loved by all her family and friends, not one has ever disliked her. She was as soft as a feather and as kind as the life of love. Her white dress flowed freely in the wind. Her lips tinted a light shade of red. She always wore white; it was her favorite color, her signature color. She was an angel in that one particular short white dress. The dress would dance and play when she ran. The lace on the bottom of it made it look even more gorgeous than it already is.

Now, on that particular April evening in '83, Sarah was playing around with her red-stained balloon. She was outside in the forest nearby her house playing with it. She loved the forest for multiple reasons, the main one though was because of the smell, it smelt enchanting, and the air smells fresh and clean. It looked like little fairies would be lurking in there and every so often Sarah would go out looking for them, calling their name. It was always quiet; the only thing she would ever hear was the sounds of leaves crushing under her feet with every step she takes and her own breathing. She was having so much fun, she hadn't realized that she ran as far as to be out in the open near the roads. Sarah's hands slipped slowly from the string tied to the balloon, her eyes filled with worry and regret, she should've held on a little tighter.

The poor girl runs, not a care in the world, not focusing on anything but this red balloon, like her life depended on it. Little did she know... it sort of did. She ran right through the streets, her single father has taught her to look both ways but she didn't need to do that now, right? I mean no one even comes here anymore; it's an abandoned forest for god's sake! She was so focused on getting that balloon, she hadn't even heard the faint revving of a car engine, as it gets louder indicating its closer to Sarah she still hasn't realized what was happening. A drunk driver.

Slurring, the driver had not seen the little girl. His music blasting, him sitting in his car with two of his other friends who were equally as drunk. Eyes closed, listening to the music, not a care in the world. Sarah finally caught the balloon and once she turned around, her eyes went wide and her skin went pale at the sight. She was frozen in place, she didn't have the energy to move, she wasn't in the right mindset, she was terrified.

And seconds later 'THUD, EEEEERRR' The car collided with the now lifeless body of Sarah Hopper and the car came to a halt. Sarah was barely alive still, she was on the verge of consciousness, she felt the blood trickle down from the top of her now cracked open head and down her face. She tasted the bitter taste of blood in her mouth as it continued to pour out of her head like a fountain. The dress that was once white has now turned a hideous dark red color, just like the balloon. Speaking of which, the balloon left her hand the second she saw the car charging at her and flew away.

The passengers in the seat, two boys, and one girl, immediately got out of the car to see the damage that has been done. Scared, they look down at the corpse and look back up at each other, all sharing a knowing glance. They were going to dispose of the body.

They all carried the body into the woods and left it there, not wanting to get in trouble for drinking and driving, they fled. Little did they know that this was not the end of it.

Exactly a year later on the 18th April 1984, the three friends, Jughead, Betty, and Archie all rented a small place to live in for two days. It was on a quiet street far away from where they were staying currently. As Archie was reading the directions to Jughead who was driving, his heart sank to the bottom of his shoes and he just stared blankly at the map in his hands. Both Betty and Jughead were snapping their fingers in front of his face. What could possibly be wrong with him?

Betty snatched the map out of the red-headed boy's hands and she was just as shocked as him. She stared at the redhead, fear in her eyes. Maple Street. The street where it happened, it still haunts them to this day. They knew that one day... one day it's going to come back at them, for revenge, they just didn't know it was going to be so soon.

Jughead was still confused as to why his two best friends were scared, so he decided to ask. Betty then proceeded to show him the name of the street they were about to pass right now. Jughead was trying to stay calm, he tried to calm everyone else down too, but just when they started to take deep breaths... they saw something. Something you can never un-see. Something that will forever haunt them for as long as they shall live. And that wasn't that long.

It was her. She was there. Standing in front of them. But she looked different. Her once blonde long beautiful locks were now a black color so dark it sent shivers down their spines. Her beautiful ocean eyes were now a hollow Black. Her eyes were completely black not a single color in eye sight. Her eyes were dripping blood. The crack in her head still visible. Her hair tied into ponytails just like before. She was still wearing that dress. The white one with the lace. Except now the lace was ruined. Ripped. The dress was shredded and torn on the bottom. She wasn't wearing any shoes. Dirt was extremely noticeable on her. Her head was tilted and her hands were by her side. It was as if she was staring deep into their souls. She was holding hat same red balloon in her right hand, but this time it had the words 'I'M BACK BITCHES' on it.
Sweat dripping down their expressionless and pale faces.

She was back. And she wasn't planning on leaving. One word. Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.