Karrie, don't cry

Rain poured down. Karrie stared out the window and sighed. She was jolted awake by the bell singing merrily - going home time had come.

Quickly, quietly, Karrie stood and left the classroom. She pulled her bag off the hook before she realized her hands were overed in ink from her leaky pen. Groaning, she pushed her way through the people in the cloak-bay and walked into the girls' toilets.

The ink was harder to rub off than Karrie thought, and by the time she had got most of it off another girl was waiting to wash her hands. Karrie turned around to go - and stopped in her tracks.

The girl behind Karrie was beautiful - but fury contorted her features. Karrie gasped as the girl snatched her wrist and pulled it behind her back. Karrie was in searing pain.

"Hey," the girl snarled quietly, "I was waiting for ages."

"I... I know."

"Don't talk to me like that!" the beautiful girl raged. Karrie gave a soft scream when a knife flashed suddenly in the girl's hand. It was placed against Karrie's throat.

Karrie closed her eyes and breathed shallowly. She was in incredible fear.

A punch to the stomach, and Karrie's eyes flew open as she doubled up. The girl pushed her over, then began repeatedly kicking her, screaming. Karrie felt pain everywhere, it was impossible to think through it. Karrie screamed - and with a smash, her head was thrown against the full-length mirror, and the world went black.

"Karrie?"

"Karrie? Oh Karrie, what happened?."

Karrie didn't trust herself to open her eyes. She was calmed by Mrs. Mcallister's mushed tones.

"Karrie, you're hurt!"

Karrie felt it as soon as she was reminded. It burst forth through tears.

"Oh Karrie. Karrie, don't cry."

Author's Note

Is it sad???