Wicked Cries

Wicked Cries Chapters 1-3

Chapter One

I didn't think my night could get any worse. Well, that was until the dead girl punched me in the face. The Electric Night Club was over-crowded with sizzling teenagers bumping and grinding their sweaty bodies against one another in the thick and humid air. Amber, Lia, and I had been sitting around our usual table at the underage teen club, celebrating the end of summer vacation and our last night as high school students together. Within the sultry night club, the heat was almost as bad as the vibrating techno music blaring from the loud speakers above our heads.

No one noticed my bloody attack until after I was already lying on the cold ground. Of course, no one else seemed to notice the freakishly tall blonde girl glaring down at me. Then again, they wouldn't, because she was dead. Unlike me, everyone else was normal and didn't find themselves intertwined with the angry deceased.

I lay on the cold, sticky ground, repulsed by the amount of spilled drinks that seemed to glue me to the floor. Music and voices blended together until the room became more of a holding cell than a dance club. I searched through the crowd for my best friends, Amber and Lia, only to find my attention focused on the DJ at the front of the club. The volume in the room exploded when Tanner Mason grabbed the microphone from the surprised spikey-haired DJ. "School's out, everyone party!" Tanner, the undeniably gorgeous homecoming king yelled over the booming noise as he stood on a metal chair, holding a large cup in one hand. Liquid spilled out over the edges and onto a group of dancing girls as he banged his head with the beat of the music. Cheering erupted from the crowd and everyone threw their hands in the air as they danced. Hosting this incredible bash was just another notch on his jerk-belt.

Amber was still sitting in our booth, the sharp tone of her voice cutting through the music. "He's such a loser; I can't believe I dated him, especially when I should be single for summer." Amber, my overly dramatic yet loveable best friend was, as always, too busy telling another dramatic story about her latest fight with this month's boyfriend to notice I'd been assaulted. Tanner had dumped Amber before summer break, but in her story, she was the one doing the dumping. Her hands were waving in front of her as she spoke, adding juicy drama to help get her point across. The sharp thump of a new beat blaring through the speaker startled the group, making my absence from my seat noticeable.

"So, of course, I told him to get lost when I found the necklace in his car that totally wasn't mine..." Still rambling on about her latest dating disaster, Amber reached for my leg and jumped when all she grabbed was moist air. She stopped talking, bounced up, and her mouth dropped about ten feet when she noticed I was on the ground. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, especially when she saw the bright red blood dripping from my nose. She reached her hand out to offer me support, and said loudly, "Sadie! Your nose! What happened?" She fumbled through her purse for a tissue, and then yelled for Lia, the motherly one of our group.

Lia pulled me up off the floor, inspected my nose, and helped clean the dirt off my shorts. My heart was beating against my chest in the same fast rhythm as the music. Though my legs were trembling, I tried to keep my cool. I couldn't let them see my fear; I had to pretend I'd had an accident and that I wasn't engaged in a bloodbath with the dead.

I rolled my eyes and found my voice just in time to see a crowd begin to gather around us. "I'm fine," I yelled. "It's nothing‒just a minor nose bleed." I smiled, trying to take the focus off myself. This was just the thing I needed on my last night in town: a juicy story starring myself. I could already hear the gossip spreading.

"Did you see what happened?" one girl asked as she stood by the bar sipping her diet Coke like it was her last meal.

"Yeah, I think her friend punched her," another girl responded, searching through the crowd.