Devils Roses 04 - Witch

herself.
    Anger filled her in a sudden fit of rage. She stood up screaming at the girls in the corner, “STOP!”
    The anger and energy rushed from her.
    Sound burst into the classroom like a shot from a gun. Papers and debris filled the classroom as huge gusts of wind blew in the suddenly open windows.
    Her desk sat perfectly neat, just as it had when she stood. Everything else in the classroom was spread across the room. Mr. Paulson’s glasses sat askew on his face. His hair was blown back. The kid in front of her had no shirt on except around his wrists.
    Everyone looked at her like she was a freak. Cruel words began to fill her head in hushed tones, “Freak, druggie, possessed, psycho.”
    She put her burning fingers up to her face and clawed at her head, “Shut up. Shut up. Just shut up.” She chanted. She looked at the jagged glass of the windows. There was no glass except around the edges. It looked as if the windows had been smashed.
    Light filtered into the room from the windows. She saw something move in her peripheral.
    The frightened faces of the other kids were nothing compared to the black shadows she suddenly noticed. They whispered seductively as they crept along the floor. They slithered snakelike, trying to reach out for her.
    She ran from the class. Her feet were the only sound in the hallway as they pounded away from it all. She hadn’t been feeling right since playing with the Ouija board.
    She ran until she reached home. With her back against the front door and the locks all turned, she slumped onto the floor and started to cry. She could never go back to the school again. She was a freak. She was for sure that weird Emily Rose movie.
    She went to her hiding place, where she sat and read. She pretended everything was the same as it had been before the stupid party.

    xxxx

    “O? Ophelia you here?”
    She felt ashamed as Abbey crept into her hiding place. Her beautiful face looked worried. She sat on her knees and reached her hands at Ophelia’s.
    Ophelia looked at her over top of the book, “I hate you.”
    Abbey smiled, “I heard it was just like the sleep over except you blew Phillip McNeill’s shirt right off his body.”
    O watched her younger sister smirk. She couldn’t smirk back, “That Ouija board haunted me dude. I haven't been the same since that fucking sleep over. I hate your friends. They did something bad to me.”
    Abbey put her hands up, “Hey you got mad skills dude. Mr. Paulson is off for the rest of this year and probably next. The whole class is in love with you.”
    O shook her head, “No they think I’m a sweaty crack head. I’m starting to agree with them. I don’t even know what happened, the voices just got bad and then the windows broke and I screamed. I think someone slipped me something. Probably those bitch friends of yours Ripley and Lacey.”
    "Those sluts are not my friends. They're acquaintances. They never have anything nice to say. No one listens to them O."
    "They said I cut myself. Like you told people I was cutting myself."
    She shook her blonde head, "No dude I never said that. Come on. You know those whores make shit up about everyone."
    Ophelia put her face in her hands, "Yeah but they don’t have to make this one up. I destroyed the classroom. I'm going to die like Emily Rose."
    Abbey laughed nervously, it was her thing, “I would have died to see it O. You’re like magic or shit. I’m jealous. Nothing happens in this stupid town. You're not going to die, maybe you'll be like Carrie at prom next week. You can kill Ripley and Lacey and the other nasty bitches.”
    Ophelia cried into her palms with her book on her knees, “I wish I was like you.”
    Abbey hugged her tight, “Ditto sis.”
    Ophelia laughed a wet snotty ugly face cry into her sister’s shoulder. Ditto was their thing. They loved the movie Ghost.
    “I’m going to Lance’s tomorrow night and I am dead assed certain Jake is going to ask you.”
    She pushed her younger sister back, “Don’t be a dick. I already feel like death. I’m staying home and cutting myself for real and listening to sad eighties music.”
    Abbey shoved her back, “Weirdo, you should come. It’ll be fun. Lance told me to ask you.”
    Ophelia shook her head, “No way. Hanging with the angst twins and doing suicide pacts sounds like way more fun.”
    Abbey rolled her eyes, “Stop joking, mom is going to think your serious and you’ll end up in an institution like aunty Marie who still