My mom looked me in the eye. "Hon, the reason we do the scarfing is because... the... the... Devil wants- needs us to." She sighed. "WHAT!?" I exclaimed. Mom put her hand on my shoulder, it was like, ten pm. My mom looked at me with the same sad eyes that the cashier gave her. "The- The devil?" I asked. She nodded. "Once a female is a certain a-age... um... He tries to eat them... " I started hyperventilating. Mom held my hand. "H-his secretary sends letters to the girls' mothers... to warn them." I looked at her with the widest eyes ever. "Uh, you need to do it every night. No matter what." A scared tear teetered on my bottom lashline. "O-or el-else he'll murder y-you. R-right?" I said, terrified. She looked down and nodded. "Why?" I asked, trembling. She shook her head, indicating she didn't know. "So, I just... hope that I don't roll over," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. Mom just nodded. "Here, let me show you how to do it." She said "Oh, Demons, help us" as she tied the scarf. She laid me down and draped the scarf over my face. It was near opaque, but I was still able to see mom. She blew a kiss to me and went to wait for Dad. I fiddled with the knots, gave myself more wiggle room if I were to roll over. 'Cause, you know, I didn't feel like dying. As usual, I waited until I heard dad's voice before letting myself fall asleep. I preferred knowing he got home. I guess watching horror movies isn't the greatest thing to do for a girl with the biggest imagination. Anyway, I heard his voice as my eyelids fluttered down and I fell asleep. I had a terrifying dream where I was killed. I mean, who wouldn't after learning that if they roll over they die? Like, c'mon! Anyway, I woke up, thank goodness. I took the scarf off as respectfully as I could. I went to brush my teeth and the warm smell of pancakes tickled my nose. I smiled. I brushed my teeth and went to the kitchen in my pyjamas. Mom served me a short stack of pancakes. I caught a glimpse of Dad as he dashed out the door. I wondered what his job was. Mom sat down across from me and the look in her eyes was that she needed to tell me something. I put down my knife and fork and nodded, telling her she could speak. "Sweetheart, you can't tell people that you have started your Scarfing." I looked at her, "Why?" I asked. "Just... Because." She had said. I was kind of annoyed. No, I was VERY annoyed. I sighed heavily. "Fine." I had said. I packed my bag and went to school. Yay. The first period is gym. Whoo-hoo. I got changed with the other girl, me being the only quiet one, not that unusual. We walked out, everyone paired up with their friends. Well, everyone but me. I was an introvert then, but not anymore. We ran four and a quarter laps, training for the race that we were going to be graded on. Then we walked where the race was gonna be, making us all exhausted. We went in, did the rest of our classes, had lunch, had a class and went home. I picked up the mail, again. Up the elevator, and into my bed. Even though it was only three o'clock. Mom knocked, "Come in," I said, tired. We spoke about school, but I can't remember what we spoke about. We went to the table for supper, as dad walked in, covered in blood.
(( A/N Heyo! You're welcome for the cliffhanger. ;p ))
