Song-Inspired Stories

Evil by Aviva

  I had grown up with a best friend. They had always stuck by my side. One day they came to school, different. They didn't seem like themself. They were malicious towards me and our friend group. Though, it was directly towards me.

  A few rumors went around that their dad had beat them and left the family soon after. I didn't want to believe them.

  A few weeks went by with no luck of helping my friend. I soon gave up and their malicious attitude towards me became requited. I hated my hatred for them, but I couldn't stop it.

   I had just gotten back from the bathroom, lost in thought and thinking of all the good times my best friend and I had in the past. I didn't realize that the fire alarm was going off. One of my friends dragged me out of the classroom with the rest of the class.

  The building was burning and falling apart. I saw a rafter that was loose. It was gonna fall on us. I pushed my friend away before it hit us. I got trapped under it, my friend now trapped on the other side of some debris.

  "Go! I'll be okay!" I called to them through the roaring flames and panicked sirens. They ran with hesitation.

  I managed to get the rafter off of me, and stayed below the smoke layer. I made it outside with burns on my arms and face. The firefighters immediately brought me to an EMT. I glanced around at everyone as the panic set in.

  One face in the crowd was calm. And I regret even looking at them. It was my best friend. They looked at me with a small smirk. Then they ran to a teacher, and began to say something, pointing to me. The teacher walked over to me after a while.

  "Did you see who started the fire? You were spotted near the starting area." My eyes widened. They were trying to frame me. I looked back my ex best friend, who was holding a burned matchstick in hand.

  "No, I didn't see who it was. I was walking back from the bathroom when it started." I replied.

  School was switched to online curriculum while the campus was being rebuilt from the fire. I found out the days that the workers weren't at the school and scheduled a meeting with my "best friend" in the schoolyard.

  We stood there. Eyes locked together.

  "I'm sorry, if those rumors were true. But you didn't have to take it out on me." I said, glaring at them.

  "Your problems aren't my problems, Kindle~." I flinched at the nickname, remembering all the bandaged burns on my body.

   "I'll wait it out til you're gone, just you wait and see~." They said, making me a bit nervous.

  "You're evil. Pure evil." I scoffed and began to turn around and walk away. I got punched in the back, knocked to the ground with a choke for air.

  "The h-hell.." I stuttered, on my hands and knees now. I got kicked in the side, knocked onto the ground fully.

  I looked up at my former friend, who was beating me with the intent to kill in their eyes. After a few minutes, they left me to die, bruised and bleeding on the lawn of our school.

  "Y-you're e-evil..." I muttered at them as they walked away, earning an innocent giggle from them.

  "I know~." Then I was alone.

  My vision was going dark and my phone was broken in the struggle. I didn't want to die. I wanted revenge. And that's all I could think of.

  I sat up, vision suddenly restored, possibly with a tint of red. I stood up completely, glancing at my own blood puddle in the grass.

  I didn't feel hurt. I wasn't in pain or sore. I looked at where I'd been burned or cut or bruised. There were no markings.

  I looked up at the sky, wondering what to do now. I decided to go home.

  After a few weeks, school was back in session. I didn't go the first few days, making my friends worry that I hadn't survived my terrible burns.

  On the fourth day back, I finally returned. I looked like no traumatic event ever happened to me. No burns or anything. But my eyes, though barely noticeable, had changed. They went from brown, to a deep scarlet red.

  My ex best friend was the most surprised to see me fully healed and even alive.

  When I was cornered in the bathroom by them, I began to record the conversation with my new phone in my back pocket.

  "You should be dead." They said, anger lacing their tone.

  "And why is that," I asked, pausing to look at them in the eyes. "Because you started the fire to kill me, or you beat me to a pulp on the front lawn of the school."

  "Both, you freak! You should be dead! That damn fire didn't kill you, so I tried to do it myself. No inbetween things. You are a monster who deserves to be dead." They exclaimed, and I'll admit, I was hurt by their words. But they would be even more hurt by their own words.

  "Why did you try to kill me?" I asked, wanting answers.

  "You ruined my life! You ruined my chances at a good relationship, you always were the center of attention with our friends, even the teachers liked you! Even my parents liked you more than me! And they showed that very well when they decided to beat me like I did you." I flinched back at the outburst.

  "You're evil..." I said quietly, beginning to leave the bathroom. I pulled out my phone before being tackled to the ground and watching my phone be tossed away from me, the video open and ready to be listened to.

  I tried to fight back, but my arms were pinned below me as I took blow after blow to my back and head. I could feel my consciousness fading in and out as every punch grew stronger with more intent.

  Someone ran over, calling to a nearby classroom for a teacher to come help me. I was bleeding, my head was mostly cracked open from how forcefully it was punched into the concrete. 

  My phone had been found by a student on their way to their classroom after a bathroom break. They saw the video and immediately rushed to help me free from the psycho's grip.

  I was already knocked out, blood starting to pool around me. The teacher called 911 and got me away from my ex best friend. They were detained and put in the back of a cop car, while I was put in the back of an ambulance.

  It's been almost four months since the day I was almost killed. I healed completely around three months ago, but I'm staying in the hospital to avoid being trapped in a house if my ex best friend decided to finish the job.

  The doctors are also astounded by my fast healing factor, its faster than any human to date. I chalked it up to being not human, they just think I'm special. I won't let them try experiments on me, and they accept that.

  It's almost time for the court meeting. I'll have to be in the same room with my ex best friend for a few hours, which scared me even if it was only a few hours with high security.

It the day of the meeting. I'm nervous and I haven't been properly able to speak or walk since the incident. Since they had injured my spine and back of my head severely.

  I didn't know what to do. My attorney assured me everything was gonna be okay. I didn't believe him much.

  The day went on with witnesses being pulled up and questioned. Soon enough it was my turn to be up on the podium and asked questions.

  I answered them with the little speech I could muster, mostly nodding and shaking my head to questions. I could feel the dozens of eyes on me as I sat there. It scared me.

  Soon the day ended. My ex best friend was deemed guilty of assault, arson and attempted murder. I could sleep safely again. They were in jail for the next 20 years. I would be safe for that long. Which wasn't long, but long enough.