Nightmares (Short Stories)

The Game Clue

"If you do not get out of my way, I will pierce that shit brown eye of yours with this lovely blue ball point pen. Go fuck yourself Darcy."

"You bitch!"

Well, senior year had been going swimmingly until I managed to catch the ire of the the cheer captains as well as her scholarship to Rhodes University. Apparently, I had a few more hours of community service and my essay was "more heartfelt." I personally believe it is because Darcy has no heart.

"You uppity rat! I'll kill you!" She just kept screeching profanities and throwing her hands in he air like it would reverse the school's decision.

Nothing like a death threat in the morning to make your day complete. Her manicured nails were descending rapidly toward my face as I tried my best to duck out of her way and avoid possible blindness due to infection since I am sure the vapid teen never actually washes her hands even though she says she does.

Making a quick exit to class, I successfully outmaneuvered the witch and got through the rest of the day without excessive blood loss and hearing loss. That girl could scream.

I only had three days until break and then one more month until I am out of this school for good. I could tell by the extra decor on my locker the next day remotely resembling a penis and some more profanities that Darcy wasn't going to make it a pleasant month.

Six long weeks of dealing with flat tires, burned notebooks, slime in my locker, gum in my hair, vinegar poured on me and my personal favorite, having someone scratch the word cunt into my car all over had me praying daily to deal with that menace to society. It's not like she didn't get in, she would just have to have her rich parents pay for her. I didn't have that luxury so this was a blessing even though right now it felt like a curse.

After graduation and another scathing insult in front of the graduating class during her speech as salutatorian, I was finally out of that school. No one listened to my valedictorian speech, but rather used it as a bathroom break before Darcy came up to speak. I knew ai wasn't popular, but that was a kick in the face. I vowed to be more social in university.

Three weeks into the first semester and I had been invited to my first party thanks to my new roommate. Two hours into it and who do I run into? Darcy. I couldn't catch a break.

"Who invited the cunt?" She said it while snorting slightly. A few guys looked around and my roommates boyfriend whom happened to now be my friend replied, "I don't know who invited you."

Everyone busted out laughing while Darcy had a fumes escaping her nostrils. Maybe trying to get to know your roommates and make new friends wasn't the worst thing ever.

Darcy has disappeared quickly after that incident. She may have actually been around, but I didn't waste my time looking for her. A few run ins around campus ended the same way, my friends always around and insulting her after she would randomly pick on me. Her group of followers seemed to be disinterested in assisting her tantrum whenever she managed to have someone with her. I was starting to appreciate what a good friend was and flourish as an adult.

Sophomore year showed me a different side to university. A few of my friends more inclined to sample various drugs had tried to get me to go to a party where I knew drugs would be passed around by the bucketload.

I went to supervise the deviants and make sure that they got home safely. What I saw broke my heart and showed me a life lesson that I will never forget. Darcy was on the living room table dancing naked with a tail coming from I don't know where it was attached to and cat ears on her head. She had lost so much weight over the summer and looked 10 seconds from falling over. The bags under her eyes did nothing to distract from the dull, lifelessness of the eyes themselves.