Bullies In Boxes

The Parents

I went home and stayed off school for a week. On the day, just as I was eating my breakfast, the doorbell rings.

I answer, and a tall, thin, boney woman stands before me, clenching a wet tissue, eyes puffy and red.

"Hello. I'm Patricia's mother. I just wanted to say that-" She breaks off into a slight moan of sadness before she can finish.

"I, I... I'm so... I..." I mumble

I burst into tears and fall into her arms

"I'm so sorry." I whisper.

"Please child, don't be, you'll soon be seeing her in Hell."

How was I to know that her parents were psychos?

The tissue rushes into my face. I see now it isn't damp with tears, but another substance. Chloroform.

I black out.