Stare

Mirage

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Ellie's Point Of View

"She was looking at me right? Or was she looking at you?" I asked Brandon. I then looked behind me. They all looked at me as I turned around. I realized they were all holding these paper packages. Brandon didn't answer me. He looked straight ahead at the stage with one hand over his mouth. Almost like he was in deep thought. He had one of the packages in his hands too.

"Brandon, what is that? In your hand?" I asked.

"Will you just relax?!" He snapped. My heart stopped. What the fuck?

"Whats your deal?"

"Nothing!" He yelled again. I was taken back and just sat back in my seat. I was next. I held my poem firm in my hand. Brandon sighed. I felt uncomfortable to even breath, like he would slap me if I did.

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Bree's Point Of View

The sixth person was up. Next was Ellie. I opened up my phone and started a new conversation with Lauren.

Me:

Your little friend is about to be humiliated once again... Whats her name again? ... Ellie? The one that eats shit.

I smirked and shut my phone off completely.

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Lauren's Point Of View

I had just arrived home. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Bree. I thought she was at the poetry reading.

She was... I stopped dead in my tracks. I grabbed my jacket. My hair wasn't even dry yet.

"Lauren? Where are you going?"

"I HAVE TO GO!" I yelled. Something bad was about to happen. I couldn't let them do that to her again. I jammed the keys in the ignition and sped down the driveway.

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Ellie's Point Of View

The applause for the last person sounded. Fear began to crawl up and down my body. Hitting my head first. I grabbed my poem a little too hard.

"Okay, next up we have Ellie Satan." Mr. Deandra announced. I slowly got up. Brandon grabbed my arm. He looked at me yet didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked. I was still pissed. He looked at me deep in my eyes. He shook his head slightly. "Let go asshole." I said. I shook him off out if his firm grip. I listened to every creaky stair that I stepped on. My palms began to sweat. I looked to the crowd. Their eyes stared me down. Each one of them. I saw a flash of light and all the eyes beamed red for a split second. I shook it off and began.

"Whatever dies really doesn't die," I was stopped by the sound of screens being lowered. Two people showed up on the far left and right sides of the stage. I scowled and continued. Someone coughed.

"We see it not, therefore, we feel that it has died."

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Jen's Point Of View

As she walked up the stage I felt more guilty then ever. Something was going to happen. She began her poem and I started to hear the howling again. Every part of me began to tense. My throat even. I felt something sharp cut into my back right down my spine. I felt my cut on my forearm open too. I tried to make a sound but I couldn't all I heard was a voice.

You know what you have to do...

The screens began to lower. I nodded over and over again so the pain would go away. I felt something take control of every muscle, bone and organ in my body. I looked to Bree.

"Do it."

She nodded. And coughed tree times. Everyones packages opened.

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Ellie's Point Of View

I heard a crackling of some kind. I didn't stop this time.

"Death is only a shore, Of the reality-sea. Death is only another way

To God-Reality's shor-."

"No! NO SOMETHING DOSENT FEEL RIGHT. It hurts. IT HURTS!"

I heard a voice say. It sounded familiar. I saw projector lights come from the top balcony.

"You have to stop the bleeding, just plug it up!"

"PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP!"

Then it struck me. That was a video of what happened to me. I walked to the front of the stage to watch the video. It was me. I had nothing on but a towel covering me up. There were tampons and pads being thrown at me. The feeling if that day rushed past me like it was just yesterday. The video them cut to Jennifer.

"Freak! Eat shit! Everyone hates you and you should know that! No matter what you hear from anyone, everyone hates. Always have and always will. You were a freak from the beginning! FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!"

The crowd began to chant along with the video.

"FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!" I looked to everyone. Suddenly people came from my sides. I felt liquids being poured on me. From my head to my toes. My clothes becoming drenched and that feeling that comes along with when you and your clothes both get wet and theres place for you to dry off or change your clothes. The crowd was still chanting. Then the chant changed.

"PLUG IT UP!" They repeated over and over again. Then the white objects were thrown at me again. Everyone was throwing them. Jen, Bree, Mr. Deandra. And even Brandon. My heart was broken. I thought he actually did like me.I felt my cheeks burning up. I looked down to my hands. They were covered in a golden apple cider color. This was torture. I felt my heart began to beat faster and faster at unrealistic rates.

"EAT SHIT ELLIE SATAN!"

"FREAK!"

"PLUG IT UP!"

I kept hearing that. They kept throwing the tampons. With each laugh, chant, and sound of the tampons hitting the floor of the stage my heart began to pick up more speed and the temperature began to increase as well.

Suddenly I looked down at my hair. It was turning a dark brown color rapidly. People stopped chanting.

"Did you see that?"

"Whats going on?"

Mr. Deandra looked at me with a horrible face. Everyone stopped.

"SHE REALLY IS A FREAK."

Then Jen stood up.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" She yelled to the people on the balcony. "SHOOT HER ALREADY!"

Shoot her?

My eyes widened and I looked to the balcony.

I heard a crack of metal then a piercing pain through my arm. People gasped. I looked down. My arm was bleeding. But it didn't hurt. I pulled the bullet out with my own hands. The silver was still shining. In the reflection I could see myself. My hair was drenched and my make-up was ruined. But the thing that struct me the most was that my eyes were red.

I heard another crack of metal. This time I held up my hand. The bullet stopped right in front of me. It was aimed right in between my eyes. It would've killed me if I didn't stop it. This made the crowd stop chanting.

"Whoa. This is getting freaky." Everyone stopped and stared.

These bastards tried to kill me.

I looked to everyone. I had been abused, bullied, scared, and fooled by these people. Just for their entertainment and making themselves to feel in power. I had had it. Ive been taking it for years and these bastards had finally tried to kill me. They all deserved to die.

"Big mistake." I said into the microphone. It screeched deafening the crowd. Shortly after I turned the bullet around the other way and made it shoot straight threw the shooters head. He dropped his gun off the balcony, then soon after his body followed right after it.

The gates of hell were about to be opened once again.