dreamnotfound / gream • one shot / short story book

the destruction

Carrie the musical/movie/book but I change things because dreamnotfound. Ps! This follows the plot of Carrie the Musical rather than the book/movie. (Which is kinda the same but still) so you should know that there are dark themes in it.

Also nick sweetie if you read this I'm so sorry for making you the bad guy.

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-warnings: forced religion, blood, death, f slurs, homophobia, abuse, stabbing-

"Name please?"

It was dark in the interrogation room, a single light shone on Clay's face and he had to squint to see the cop investigating him.

"Clay Waken."

"How long have you known George Otound? Have you seen anything unusual about him?"

"I've known him for a long time... what's this about? Is he in trouble?"

The pale high school halls were filled with nothing but misery from the school's students. Every teen worrying too much of the 'issues' that 'ruined' their lives. George thought it was stupid that they cared so much about how their hair looked, or if they had a date within the next few days. It was his senior year, he didn't need the extra stress.

His peers preached that popularity was key, that it was the only thing worth their time. 'If you ain't in; then you ain't where it's at.' Or: 'Life just doesn't begin until you're in.' They would say.

The students snickered at George as he passed by, pointing and laughing as he tried to shrink into oblivion as his classmates yelled obnoxious phrases at him.

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"Nobody!"

He usually repeated a phrase his father taught him from the Bible, something of faith in god with guide your steps. Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, by kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it are in heaven.

"Spastic bitch."

Why can't they just say my name, is it really that hard? George dreamed of the day his peers would even care to use his name. Everyday they mock me and push me around. If I had a wish, I'd wish they'd stop.

"Weirdo!"

Doesn't anybody think that I hear? I will not cry... I'm okay... George fought back the tears constantly, hiding behind his large glasses. It was bad enough that he had to wear large glasses to correct his colorblindness, he hated them. He passed the couples making out in the halls, cringing inwardly.

Why do I care so much? I'm fine the way I am...

George knew he was different, his heavy religious beliefs forcing him into hiding his true self. He hid it so well that not even he knew exactly what it was.

George pulled himself to gym class regretfully. His teacher, Mr. Gardner made them all get into gym outfits and play basketball once a week. Of course, when teams were picked he was always last, and he never cared to stay in the actual game.

Mr. Gardner blew his whistle loudly, "Hit the showers! Gym class is over!" His booming voice rang through the loud gym and George felt the boys nudge past him, bumping him with their shoulders and screaming "watch it, loser" into his ear.

He pulled himself into the locker room, heading for the cubicle where his bag of clothes was located. When he got closer he realized his locker was empty, hearing snickers from the boys behind him.