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She never meant for the problem to blow up this big.
She could swear to the whole world and bet every single penny she had that she never meant for the picture to be sent out to the whole entire student body. She thought that the little problem that they had would be erased by the private picture, except that it was more than just "private." The picture was sent, unintentionally, to the whole student body in her school, and now, she was wishing for a power to erase the memories of everyone in her school.
The accused murderer rose from her seat, her face glowing under the dim light that illuminated the room. Her eyebrows were cocked upwards and there was a slight smirk on her face as her eyes showed a sign of maliciousness; she walked towards the judge femininely, luring all the stares of everyone in the room. Her beauty was like an angel's and her petite frame was all anyone could focus on.
"Please take a seat, Ms. Fitch," The judge ordered, his eyes casting a dark shadow on his youthful face.
"I need a moment to talk to you, Mr. Smith," The woman replied with a hint of elegance in her voice.
"The trial will begin shortly, please take a seat," The handsome judge replied with authority.
"And please, call me Mrs. Smith," She went on as if the order was not issued by the judge, as if nothing had happened between them.
I saw the happiness hidden behind the frowns and scowls. I saw the relief that passed by everyone in the room behind my back.
From my peripheral vision, I saw a girl trying to hold in her smile and her breath of relief; the fact that I was out of the competition seemed to be thrilling for most of the competitors here. I hated losing, and I wasn't the best person to handle defeat; I was an open book and everyone were tearing my pages apart.
Their hidden happiness sickened me and all I could think of was a way to get out of the room for it seemed to be getting more and more stifling. It was as if I was pulled underground to a level of hell and the demons were grinning as they realized that my existence was worthless.
I hated losing, and I hated all these people.
The disaster had kept her awake, and the spine-chilling laugh echoed in her mind like an alarm without a switch. No matter how much she tried to think of something else, to close her eyes and fall asleep, the laugh was still screaming at her ears. The bedroom was dark and no sound could be heard, but the laugh inside her mind filled every little spot of her room and screamed at her constantly. No matter how many pillows were pushed against her ears to block the horrifying laugh coming from her mind, nothing would change.
Her armor and shield crumbled when someone kicked her ribs. Her petite body limply fell to the ground, her mouth coughing up a mixture of blood and spit that would decorate the dark ground in the middle of the night. She felt the throbbing ache of her whole entire body as the dark figures hiding behind their masks and black robes continued to stomp, kick, hit, and beat her constantly. Everything was a bedlam from her point of view, and she reached the point in which she was unable to open her eyes to look at the starless sky anymore.
She dropped her teacup when the news finally registered in her mind.
The white and gold-ornamented teacup broke apart, its pieces scattering on the marble floor. The golden tea was spilled everywhere, its smell permeating in the air; the wide room smelled like a fresh of air mixed with tea.
The girl stood in the middle of the room, her face void of emotion, although she was screaming on the inside. Blood stained her feet, the teacup pieces piercing through her skin and creating scars. It should have felt painful, but she did not feel anything; her body was numb.
The news that she had just overheard from the other side of the walls was enough to leave her catatonic for the next few hours as she tried to make sense of her situation. Her heart had skipped a beat and her tear rolled down her cheek quietly albeit she attempted to try not to cry by biting down her lips. Everything in her life was going down, she could feel it in her bones.
The sum of the money she had made during summer was enough to buy her the prettiest purse she had ever seen in her life, for now.
She had counted the money over and over again, smoothing each of them as she recounted them all over again with a giddy grin on her face. Her hands were clutching the money tightly as she daydreamed about how the red and white leather purse would look like when she paired it with a red dress and white shoes her grandmother had bought her a few weeks ago. Her hair would then be braided into a single french braid, and a smile would grace her lips and her small face.
Just thinking about how cute she looked like with the purse made her grin like a lunatic in her room, and she hurried immediately to buy the new purse at the mall. She had slipped on her red dress that flowed with the wind, braided her hair and put little dainty flowers as decorations, and worn the white shoes her grandmother had got her a few weeks ago.
As she arrived at the store, her jaw dropped to the floor when she found out that the purse was all sold out.
The rainbow stretched across the equator, and the people underneath it only gazed and point their fingers, taking multiple pictures. It was the first time a rainbow like this appeared in front of their eyes; the rainbow looked surreal, almost magical. It was stretched across the equator, across the world with its bright colors of red, purple, pink, and blue. A little girl with a ponytail looked confused as she talked to her mother who was standing behind her, confused.
"Mommy, why is the rainbow weird?"
She cleaned her apartment over and over again.
She changed her bed sheet countless times to get rid of the feeling inside her chest; she wiped away the invisible dust on top of all surfaces on her apartment as if that would clean the stain on her body away; she vacuumed the floor and mopped it again and again as if that would make her shine like a jewel again.
But even when her apartment was shining bright, there was still filth lingering in it-- the filth of the stain she had brought with her since she went back from the cursed party she attended a few nights ago. It had happened so quickly and randomly; it was mindblowing to think that someone that she called her "bestfriend" would do such a thing to her.
And as she stood in her living room, the memories of the party swarmed inside her mind, drowning her in the sea of sickness in which she felt the cursed fingers all over her body again --groping, touching, pinching-- and she called for help with her lungs filled with cries, but nobody came. The music was blaring, it was choking her to death. And the person on top of her was pushing her down, thrusting into her as she tried to move an inch of her body else than her mouth --her arms, her legs, it doesn't matter, she needed out-- but was soon forced to be silenced and binded by his choking touch and bitter lips.
That night, she gained a stain on herself.
And no matter how many showers she took, how many times she cleaned herself, her apartment, her car, her belongings, nothing could wipe the stain away.
The triplets were taking on a journey to the witch's house. Like Hansel and Gretel, they first left a trail of something to mark their way home just in case they were lost, but also like Hansel and Gretel, the triplets were now gone in the wild forest. The three little boys could only hold on to each other with the tiny string of hope of getting out of the forest as soon as possible and to have the police or their parents to search for them. The triplets would always keep each other safe and warm during nighttime in the forest as the foxes and the wolves run around, and the triplets would also share whatever they have earned today by the campfire. If it comes down to campfires, it meant that it that someone will be singing around a campfire with their friends,
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