The Reality of Us

Twisted Corpses

Twisted Lies

Twisted Truths

Twisted Lives

Twisted Youth

Twisted Bodies

Lying on the ground

Twisted souls

In the Lost and Unfound

I lifted the pen from the paper. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Unlike everyone else. They didn't know what was coming. I had been laughed at far to long. Far far to long. I couldn't take it anymore. Okay. I would show them. A summer in Paris can change a girl. I was taller, curvier, more perfect. No more braces, no more glasses. My brown hair was perfect with soft curls at the ends. I had a smooth tan with no acne. I had grace. I had fashion sense. I was perfect. There was nothing they could laugh at now. But they won't be able to laugh. They'll be in shock.

"Ready for school hon?" Mother called from downstairs.

"One second." I called back, my voice a perfect lilt. I finished packing my supplies into my designer bag.

"I'm ready!" I called as I walked down the stairs. Perfect grace. Even more amazing was the ankle strap 4 inch black heels I wore, pairing perfectly with my red dress. Mother smiled at me, happy that I was happy. I used to be so sad. Now nothing can make me sad. Or mad. I was angry for years. Those little bitches ruined everything. My face contorted for a second. Just as quickly, it was perfect.

"Are you taking the bus?" Her voice wasn't perfect. It was raspy from smoking.

"No. I think I'll drive." I responded, a slight smile on my face. My beautiful Mercedes was perfect, just like me.

"The keys are on the counter, have a great day at school!" She cheered. Okay. I could do this. Within minutes I was on my way to my old Hell.

My old tormentors wandered around, laughing, joking, waiting for their target, I wanted to yell, to shout, to point them out to the world for the monsters they are. But I smiled, and gracefully walked my way to the doors. A boy stopped me, his imperfect face smiling.

"Hey, gorgeous." He flirted, like he hadn't stolen my backpack last year.

"Goodbye, jerk face." I flounced past, smiling. I said something and I didn't stutter! His face was priceless, a mix of shock awe. The bell rang, signaling that we should herd toward the gym where we would be welcomed to the school. I hung back from the crowd, waiting patiently.

"Miss, you have to go into the gym." One of the teachers,they never helped me before, told me.

"I... I really have to go to the bathroom! I'll be right back!" They nodded and I rushed to the dingy stalls. But I didn't. Instead, I went around the corner, and waited, for them to head into the gym. I knew how this worked. By now, everyone is in there, waiting for the opening ceremony. No one misses it or they may not be able to vote for the theme of prom. It was stupid anyways. I set my heavy bag on the ground and took out the chains and locks I had stored in there. One by one, I locked the four main doors to the gym. Then, I hid in the stage door, weapon in hand. I locked it behind me as I stepped onto the stage. Everyone murmured as I danced my way to stand next to the principal.

"What are you doing?" They asked. Instead of answering, I smiled.

"You should have stopped them."

"Wh-" One. He was gone. People began screaming, rushing toward the doors. I grabbed the microphone.

"They're locked!"

"Help!"

"Someone call help!" They panicked. They squealed. Pure terror emitted from them. I grinned a Cheshire smile.

"Yes, they are locked. No one will help you, just like no one helped me. Call the police, by that time, most of you will be dead." I cheered into the microphone.

"Please don't!" Someone yelled.

"Please don't" I mocked. "When I pleaded, when I begged. Not one of you stopped. So why should I?" I raised the gun and began firing.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Sirens began to seep through the walls.

Five.

Six.

"Open up!" They yelled.

Seven.

Eight.

The door began to break inwards.

Nine.

They were rushing towards me, guns drawn. I turned my own.

Ten.

I smiled, a ghost of a smile, pure happiness.

And then I slept.

"On August 24th, three students and the principal died, and five students were injured in a school shooting. The shooter then proceed to turn the gun on themselves, ending their life. Police were able to respond as fast as they could, only to find the doors of the gym locked. An investigation is pending. The is Channel 6 News..."

They mourned. Flowers were set everywhere. School was canceled for two weeks. Parents hugged their surviving children, happy they survived, guilty that they didn't. They regret pushing her. They regretted it so much. But if she hadn't shown them what they did, it would have continued.

How could her daughter do that? How did she raised this child? She thought she raised her right. She saw how her daughter was feeling down and scraped for a year to pay for her to go stay with her aunt in Paris. What did she do wrong? She finished tying the knot. Her daughter was the only reason she lived. Now she was alone, cancer raging through her body. She jumped, then slept.