The Last Prayer for Forgiveness

Is throwing tampons at a girl you hate really a shitty thing? It wasn't my fault you didn't know what a period was. Not my fault your psycho mom didn't tell you shit. It's not my fault. It isn't….And now I have to sacrifice the one night I've been dreaming of since freshmen year. All because you are stubborn and dumb. This is not my fault. It's yours.

No phone. No electronics. No shopping with friends. No TV. No nothing. I'm out of school for a week and it's your fault. Daddy is mad at me. He found out about the video and he took my phone away. He's never been mad at me like this before. My father and I have always been tight since my mother ran off to live with Death. He told me to watch my steps. To make good choices about my life. To strike and not be struck. But most importantly, to trample the weak and hurtle the death. I was doing what he told me to do, and now he hates me. He doesn't love me anymore. And it's YOUR FAULT. AND I HATE YOU. I am superior to you, YOU eat shit, but yet you are the reason why I cannot go to Prom. And I will hate you for that until the day you die, you prude. You may not know it yet, but you too are a little sinner, you bitch. YOU ARE A SINNER JUST LIKE ALL OF US, AND I HATE YOU.

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!, my mind keeps screaming as I run out of the principal's office. Away from my father, away from Ms. Desjardin, away from the staring faces in the hallway. Away from thinking about YOU. I want to look for Billy, he would understand. He hated you just as much as I did, and he gets my pain. Maybe if we did something….. Billy was nowhere to be found. Neither was Tina. Nor Heather, nor Sue, nor the twins. They betrayed me. They were my best friends and they left me to rot and die. Especially Sue, because she felt SOOOO guilty for what we did to you. Liar. She betrayed me, and so did all of them. Because they chose Prom over me. Screw Prom.

The tears were coming down like waterfalls now and everybody in the halls were staring at me. Their alpha wolf has just been struck down and they are now the vultures waiting to pick my dead body apart into edible pieces. I just keep running until I find the nearest bathroom. I rush in as my sobbing became harder. If there was anyone in here, I didn't care now. Let them hear me wail. Let them watch me fall apart. Let them all laugh and stare and point. I won't be seeing these assholes anymore after graduation, anyway.

Crumbled and weak, I make my way over to one of the sinks and bend my head down. I let the tears stream down into the sink and clench my teeth. What have I done to deserve this? Why did my Daddy get mad at me for simply doing what he told me to do? How have you finally beaten me? This game is not over, dumb bitch. YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME.

I wipe the tears forming from my eyes (my makeup is probably smudged at this point, but I just don't give a shit right now) and look up at the mirror to examine my horrible reflection. But this is not my reflection I look at. The mirror is smashed and the bottom half is no longer there. My face has lined up perfectly with the focal damage of the mirror. I look back down in the sink to find the remains of the bottom half of the mirror now wet with my makeup stained tears. I tilt my head to the side a little bit to examine the horrifying exhibit of art in front of me. Hesitating, I reach my left hand into the sink and pick up one of the shards in the sink. Clutching the piece of glass, I bring it up at about chest level and I look at my reflection. My thumb digs into the top corner of the glass far enough to cut it. I clench my teeth as the glass edges into my skin. A drop of blood makes its way down the piece of glass and crosses over my face.

A flood of images hit my mind. Images of Prom Night, kids screaming, blood and fire everywhere, my best friends dead, and a bucket of blood falling on a boy. Then I see you. You are covered in blood wearing some sort of dress. You raise your hands beside you and multiple objects in the background begin to float. Your hands make fists and the objects come flying at somebody. Maybe even at me. My heartbeat slows down, but suddenly speeds back up. My blood pumps throughout my body like a bullet going through my skull. I feel like falling over, but something is keeping me from falling over, almost as if I'm tied up to something. I let go of the glass shard and my eyes struggle to stay over. I don't know what is happening to me. I feel like I'm dead.

But I'm still here.

NOW

What just happened was all just a dream. I must have been in some sort of coma. But I feel like it happened. Like I saw a premonition of something bad about to happen. Now I remember everything. It's past Prom. Billy, Tina, and all of my friends are dead. And I am still here.

My eyes finally flutter open from the struggle. My body is in severe pain and my heart is beating at a rapid pace. I moan in pain as I try to examine the new scene in front of me. Am I….how did I end up in the woods? And what is this….am I tied up to a tree? I look down to find myself tied up with a cloth. I try to break free but I can't.

I look back up. And you are staring back at me. You laugh.

"Hello, Chris." Oh God, what has become of you? How were you once so fragile and weak, and how have you changed into this…MONSTER? Are you the vulture that has finally come to eat my body?

You begin to walk towards me and I'm still struggling to break free. I can't form words. I can't even scream out Help Me, I have the girl you're looking for! Fear has taken me over and has made me mute. You are nearly inches from me now and you have this sinister grin on your face. I close my eyes and lean my head against the tree.

"So you finally prayed for forgiveness, huh? Finally learned your lessons? Or were you just….LUCKY?" you spat out. I open my eyes and you smirked. Your eyes were once blue and beautiful, but now they were black from the night and corrupted with hatred and anger. I finally get the courage to form words. The only word I manage to let out is your name.

"Car…..Carrie…" I weakly moan. You clutch the area between my chin and my neck and force me back. You close the gap between us and push your other hand on my shoulder so I press into the tree.

"You are done talking. You have already had enough to say, after all you have done to me. You listen to me now, GOT IT?" I open my mouth to speak, but I fear you will only hurt me further. So I slowly nod my head. You smile and release your hand from my shoulder. You slightly tilt your head to the right. What were you thinking? Are you trying to figure out how to cut me up and leave me to die? Are you going to kill me?

"You were with him. He was driving. How did you not die?"

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about Chris. How did you not die in the car with Billy?" Jesus. Were you referring to what happened with…..

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, DO YOU?

"Answer me!" you command. How the hell was I going to explain all of this to you? If you won't listen to me….but now you have no other choice but to.

"I wasn't there…." I mutter.

"Speak up."

"I WASN'T IN THE CAR WITH HIM!" I practically yell at you. You let go of my neck and look at me.

"But…you were there…..I saw you…."

"Inside the Cavalier but I wasn't in the car with him during the destruction."

"There's something else you're hiding from me, isn't there?"

"About Prom Night?"

"Don't be stupid, Chris. What happened that night?" you raised your voice.

"You don't know what happened to me."

"Bullshit!" you lunge at me. Your voice starts to quiver and your eyes start to water. "I know you were there in the rafters and I know it was you that dumped the pig's blood on me. You causes me to kill our class and destroy my home. You made me kill my mother! All because you couldn't leave me alone! You had to revenge on me because you screwed up and posted a video of me on my period, and…AND YOU HAD NO FUCKING CLUE ABOUT WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! I'M SUFFERING AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT—"

"I WASN'T THE ONE THAT PULLED THE ROPE!" I finally blurt out. You stare at me with confusion.

"Wh….what? But you were….you were in the rafters with Billy. I saw you."

"Like I said, you don't know what happened to me."

"What are you talking about? Are you saying…." you stood there with your mouth wide open. All you could do was stare at me. And you are the one who has no fucking clue. You had to know.

"Carrie….I think it's time I told you the truth about me."

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A/N:

Hi. So I am officially the worst procrastinator on the planet. I literally have not updated Athlete and Red Queen for like forever…..ugh.

So how are your second semesters so far? Are yal ready for spring break?

So yal know the drill. Leave a comment, favorite/follow the chapter, and keep reading my other works. Hopefully I will have time to continue Eclipse and AATRQ before the end of May or June, if I don't feel like studying for finals….teehee.

Love you babies and see ya soon! KEEP CALM AND CARRIE ON.