Stranger to the World

a troubled younge girl stuggles through life

           I walked through the pasty white doors of the lunch room and sat at a purple table in the back. "Whats for lunch today?" I mumble to myself as I fish my five dollers out of my front pocket. My eyes fly to the huge sign at the front of the room. 'Garlic Bread and Spagetti' it reads in bright green letters. Im allergic to garlic, no lunch today. I start towards the vending machine near the table I sit alone at. "Hmmm, water or water? I think I'll choose water" I whisper sarcasticaly to myself. Suddenly a cold wet liquid fell onto my head, Soaking my hair and clothes. Stunned, I gasp and turn around to identify the culprit.

"Oops! Did I do that?" said a disgustingly sweet voice. Kat; there she stood infront of me, her empty water bottle in hand.

"You look a little wet there, Anastasia" faking innocence, "What happend?" A smirk played on her angelic face and the entire room erupted in laughter. Rage filled me with a hot, almost liquid need to hit her right in that smug little face of hers, but I restrained myself. Digging my long, sharp nails into my palm as a way to calm myself.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice waverd, betraying my emotion.

"You looked like you wanted some water, I was just trying to help the needy" she said through a chuckle, "Didn't it help you? Wasn't I helpful?" A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and made its way down my pale cheek. I hate that I cry when Im mad! A thought entered my mind. "Kill her" it whispered. "Cause her pain, hurt her"  But how? I saw it them, thrusting my finger into her emerald eyes and hearing her screams of pain. That thought felt good, warm and welcome. I smiled slightly.

"What are you smiling at you freak?" she asked, her child voice suddenly steel. I say nothing and walk past her, out of the room and to the bathrooms across the hall. What is wronge with me? I shouldnt think such things! This isn't normal! Im not normal..... At this thought I slump to the floor behind the locked stall door and begin to cry. I stare at my bloody hand, at the four crescent moon cuts in my palm; I dont feel them. Thats not normal either. Why am I so abnormal?

I hear the clacking of Kat's shoes echoing on the walls of the bathroom.

"Anastasia, you can't hide in here forever. I hear your sobs" her singsong voice rang. I tensed, she is worse than the boogey man! There is no escape...

"What do you want?" I whispered.

"I want to play with you, silly" she said, her voice like bells.

"I hate you, do you know that?" I said flatly.

"Oh I know, thats what makes you so much fun!" she aproached the stall door. "Oh Anastasia, don't you want to play?" I closed my eyes tight and tried to make her go away...but she didn't.

Reviews

[Anthony]

Interesting piece. I'll have to read more of your work.

[Stephanie]

Okay, this is really awesome! This Kat girl is like one of the most terrifying "bad guys" that are around in movies today. You know the ones who play with their food before they eat it, so to speak? Except this girl tortures Anastasia personally. And everyone experiences that, the "Why don't I fit in" phase. This is really thought provoking and dark, I loved it :)