Not a killer???

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        Hello!!!!! I've taken quite a long break. Sorreh, peeps. Well, I'm back now!!! ^-^

  K, so this starts with a flashback.  Ally was fourteen, two years before she lost her eye, in this flashback. Enjoy!!

( Published Nov 9th 2018)

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    I danced horribly to the music, whooping and laughing. My cheeks felt flushed and I felt lightheaded. My heart was pounding from joy. I stopped dancing long enough to sip some more booze. I resumed my jig, squealing. I wiped my mouth and threw the bottle at the wall. I shook my head, trying to make the tingling go away. 

  "Ally!!" , I heard Michelle giggle loudly. I turned around and smiled goofily, lifting my cup in greeting. "Was up, bish?" , I slurred. She giggled uncontrollably, "I don't know. I think I'm drunk...!" I laughed and stumbled closer. "You think? We're both tipsy as hell right now." , I chuckled. She laughed and placed a hand on the black wall to steady herself. I hiccuped and tripped over my feet. "Shit." , I muttered as I spilled my drink on the host of the party and my second bestie. Pansy turned around and laughed at my drunken state. "Shit the fuck up." , I giggled. She chuckled and supported me and Michelle as we went to the kitchen. "You guys need some water." , she said in a scolding, as she held back laughter. I tore away and stumbled towards the table where they were giving out tequila shots.

    I heard Pansy laugh and I figured Michelle was trying to follow me. I took four and I downed them faster than a pro beer guzzler. "Panseh, my bud!! Come get some of this!!" , I called. People cheered over the music and Pansy shook her head. "Yeah!! C'mon!" , Michelle chimed, tugging on Pansy's arm. She finally gave in and she took two. I egged her on, everyone else eventually joining in on the egging. Soon, Pansy had drank fifteen shots, everyone yelling and laughing at each one.

         Bye her sixteenth one, she was shitfaced as all hell. About as shitfaced as Michelle would allow her to be. I told the guy to pump up the music, whooping as he did. The blaring music got louder and I grabbed Michelle and Pansy, pulling them to the designated dance floor, or living room. We danced with each other, stumbling into one another or random people. Suddenly, Pansy's phone rang. I ignored it and me to dancing. Pansy, on the other hand, was flipping out. "Shit shit shit!! STOP THE MUSIC!!" , She shouted. The loud music stopped and Pansy hopped up onto the  coffee table. "My parents are coming home!! Help me clean up!!" , she yelled, getting everyone's attention. I felt the panic shoot through my body, but the beer was muting it. I stumbled around, picking up trash and cramming it in the nearest trash can. After many trips to the kitchen and bathroom, I just took the trash can with me. 

       People were running everywhere, cleaning and barfing occasionally. Someone took up the task of clearing the barf. Soon, the house was clean. I hauled all the trash bags outside and threw them into the dumpsters. 

   As I was walking/trudging back inside I heard a car and I looked back. A car, Pansy's parent's car, was driving down the road. "Shit." I darted back inside and started to shout, telling everyone to ditch. I was the last one out. "Ally!" , I heard Michelle call out. I turned and ran back to where she was. I grabbed her arm and draped it over my shoulder, supporting her as we ran across the road. I got on my four wheeler and made Michelle get on, telling her to hold on tightly. I turned it on and took off down the road.

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          I opened my eyes. I forgot about that night.

    You were friends with that bitch? Yeah. You sound ashamed. I am. Why?  Cuz. I almost helped her do this stupid thing. What happened? You can look at the memory. I'm going back to sleep. We can't do that. So, Valerie can control my body and sense things, Jax can- um.. What do you do? I can block thoughts and control and see your dreams. I can also do this. My hand moved and poked my face. Stop. Okay. My hand dropped into my lap. What about you, KC? I can read the minds of any living thing! For real?! No. Oh. I can read your feelings and understand them better than you can. I can also control your body, too.