Nobody noticed her slip into the party with bloodied clothes and a black eye, they never noticed her at school so why would they start now? She wove between tipsy teenagers and young adults alike, beelining for the kitchen to grab the strongest drink she could find.
This wasn't her first stop of the night but it would be her last. She'd been planning this for as long as they'd been planning the party which was about three months or so. Everything was scheduled down the the exact minute, down to the exact second and it had all finally come to this - her final few steps.
Before the party she'd been to visit a few teachers who'd seemingly lived to ignore her suffering or make it worse. Then she went to the almost vacant homes of the kids who bullied her, a couple of them had younger siblings... had... and the rest either had pets or elderly relatives.
She wondered how they'd react to seeing someone they love, someone vulnerable, suffer like she had. Maybe they'd pass out at the party and come home too late, which would be a shame. They wouldn't get the full extent of her revenge like they would if they got to hold their loved ones while they slowly faded.
And that brings it all back to the final few steps. The ones that would give her a solid alibi to all the world but those who'd hurt her. All she had to do was wash away the blood from her clothes with a bit of bathroom bleach, sit by the pool and drink until she fell it.
She figured the alcohol would soften and blur the pain of drowning. She didn't expect a drunken student to fall into her and accidentally knock her in with her lungs full of enough air to make the it feel like she'd been sinking for years.
She certainly didn't expect their water cleaning pump to get caught on her dress and suck her in, clogging itself and trapping her in the process. She still didn't think anyone had noticed, not even the person who bumped into her. They never noticed her unless they needed someone to torment but all of that was going to change.
As the air tore itself free from her lungs and water rushed to fill the void, burning with every unwilling breath, she heard a new song come on. Her favorite song. The water pump and drunken crowd distorted it but it still felt like a sign to her.
A sign she'd got it all right.
And she smiled.
This wasn't her first stop of the night but it would be her last. She'd been planning this for as long as they'd been planning the party which was about three months or so. Everything was scheduled down the the exact minute, down to the exact second and it had all finally come to this - her final few steps.
Before the party she'd been to visit a few teachers who'd seemingly lived to ignore her suffering or make it worse. Then she went to the almost vacant homes of the kids who bullied her, a couple of them had younger siblings... had... and the rest either had pets or elderly relatives.
She wondered how they'd react to seeing someone they love, someone vulnerable, suffer like she had. Maybe they'd pass out at the party and come home too late, which would be a shame. They wouldn't get the full extent of her revenge like they would if they got to hold their loved ones while they slowly faded.
And that brings it all back to the final few steps. The ones that would give her a solid alibi to all the world but those who'd hurt her. All she had to do was wash away the blood from her clothes with a bit of bathroom bleach, sit by the pool and drink until she fell it.
She figured the alcohol would soften and blur the pain of drowning. She didn't expect a drunken student to fall into her and accidentally knock her in with her lungs full of enough air to make the it feel like she'd been sinking for years.
She certainly didn't expect their water cleaning pump to get caught on her dress and suck her in, clogging itself and trapping her in the process. She still didn't think anyone had noticed, not even the person who bumped into her. They never noticed her unless they needed someone to torment but all of that was going to change.
As the air tore itself free from her lungs and water rushed to fill the void, burning with every unwilling breath, she heard a new song come on. Her favorite song. The water pump and drunken crowd distorted it but it still felt like a sign to her.
A sign she'd got it all right.
And she smiled.
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