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Hit the Ceiling |
| Written by Morgen | |
| Thursday, 27 December 2007 | |
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Talia had become someone she did not like years ago. If she could go
back in time she would have done things a lot differently. Her life now was
spent in a lonely place where weekly visits from her parents served as her only
comfort.
It began the summer of her seventeenth birthday. It was the year she
was finally starting to look different, in a good way. She remembered perfectly
the day Krista (who was rated the hottest girl by 2/3 of guys attending their
high school) asked her to hang out with her and her “bitches” as she liked to
call them. Grade twelve started in the fall when the leaves began to turn red
and the winds wailed.
Talia took pride in her newly toned body that she had developed from
little food and long hours spent at the gym. After all, she had that commitment
to thank for her new social status. That year Krista replaced her old friend
Abby with Talia and a beach-blond girl from Florida named Justine. Talia didn’t
know much about Abby, only that she had stolen Krista’s boyfriend Mike. A big
no-no in the world of high school girls (and just about any girl in general,
really) but it seemed to happen all the time. However Krista didn’t think it
would’ve ever happened to her; She was the hottest girl in the school.
Talia loved the attention she got from being noticed although she
couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming presence of solitude. It seemed the more
respect and attention you received the further away everyone became. She pushed
it to the back of her mind; it was the least of her worries.
Krista was becoming ever more irritable as the days past. She stopped
associating with anyone except Talia or Justine. She couldn’t stop talking
about Abby and Mike. It were almost as if she were obsessed.
“Talia, why do you think Mike likes that little ***** instead of me?
What is it that makes me not good enough? Am I too short, to fat, to *******
crazy for him?!” She asked angrily.
Talia didn’t know what to say but she
tried to comfort her the best she could since Justine was too busy reading the
calorie count for a container of splenda sweetened, no fat yogurt. (Which, by
the way, Talia had already memorized had 35 calories).
“I don’t know. Maybe he just knows
you’re too hot for him.” She answered. She tried to convince her but it was a
failed attempt.
Krista snorted, “You’re too nice,
girl, cut the **** already.”
It was cold on January sixth. Krista
phoned Talia in a frenzy of jumbled words. She had something to tell her but
she couldn’t say it over the phone.
She applied a little make-up to her
face, changed into some comfortable clothing and headed out the door. She
walked and half ran the block to Krista’s 3-story mansion of a house. She was
eager to find out why she was needed so badly. She now wished she’d never had
to know.
The door was unlocked and no cars were
in the garage, meaning her parents weren’t at home, so she stormed up the first
flight of stairs to the second floor where Krista’s bedroom was. The door
creaked a little as she used her palm to slide the door open. Krista sat atop
her bed, a pile of bloody clothing had been tossed onto the carpet, and she
wore only her bra and panties.
“Krista, what happened?” she
cautioned.
She looked up and tears formed in the pockets of space between her eyes
and flesh. She sniffled.
“I need to show you.”
She pulled her body up with her arms and picked up the robe that had
been folded over the top of her computer chair. She brought her to a clearing,
surrounded by trees, almost twenty meters from her home. Talia stared in horror
at the dark, almost black splattering of blood on the crystal white snow. Then
her eyes focused on the body. Abby Lunche’s body. She didn’t know what to say.
She didn’t know what to do. She knew what she helped Krista do next was the
worst mistake of her life but it was something she could never take back. If
only time machines existed.
They dragged her body into the more wooded area, kicked untainted snow
over the blood and ran to get garbage bags. They dumped her body in a creek and
tried to forget. Copyright 2007 Morgen |
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