Tuesday, November 03, 2009
SHE
Peggy gave Ms Wendy a stern look through her tears-filled eyes before she went to collect the now soaked wet books that were thrown out just a minute ago. Paroxysm of hate was displayed. She never turned back as she knew nothing was able to explain the things that were done screwed. She picked up the books and headed to her locker and she told herself not to shed a tear for that pathetic impingement. She intended to revenge for what had happened and a sinister smile was exhibited on her face.
As she was striding home that day, she decided to take a route that she had never been on, abandoned by most pedestrians as they reckoned it was haunted. Since Peggy did never believe in the existence of such myths and legends, she went on nonchalantly. She halted when what stood in front of her white Nike shoes was an old, dusty tawny-coloured diary. She interrogatively picked it up with both hands and began brushing away the dust. ‘SHE’ was the only alphabets visible. She thought for a minute, trying to decipher the meaning of the three alphabets. At last, she decided to bring it home.
She wiped the diary cover with a piece of dampened cloth and finally she could have a better view of the diary. She untied the beige-coloured ribbon that secured the diary and dived into it, hoping to find something interesting. She read through the first page of the diary and was stunned by what she saw. It brought Peggy all the way back into the year of 1964, in the month of June.
“Today was a rather horror-stricken day as my employer caught me reading a note, given by my best friend Sandra during working period. She tried to beat me with an iron but thankfully, I survived with only a few bruises on my neck, chest and another on my now cuts-filled face. I detest her beating me every time she felt like it. I hated her disgracing me in front of the entire store employee who pretty much did the same. Why didn’t she punished them all instead? Why is it so unfair for me to be the one suffering from all the torturing acts?”
Peggy went on reading through and she found one that kept her attention for quite a while.
“I finally fought back; I felt a sense of belonging when I killed my employer with the iron that she used to hit me with. I gave her a forcefulness hit on the head and amazingly, I enjoyed the feeling of that, to see her suffer and to see her die there right in front of my very eyes. I could not explain how thrill it was to kill despite being the timidest employee of all. They seemed to under estimate my ability, my cruelty and my patience. I think what I did was right and she deserved it, she deserved to die.”
Peggy gasped and she left that page untouched for a second. She thought back and started to have the same mentality as her. She was desperate to see what happened so she continued reading the pages coloured by muted shades of blue.
“My boss found out about it. I have to extricate myself from this place; I have to find my way out of here as soon as possible, perhaps now. I need to plan my fleet but I don’t think I have the time to plan for the pennies needed for my journey. I think I need to tell Jack about it, needn’t I? Or should I leave it all in my he...”
Peggy was shocked to see traces of blood that had now turned brown on that particular page. The lines were not completed, it stopped. Peggy was shocked to see a circle of blood on the page beside her. Could it be that she was killed while she was writing this diary? Could it be that her boss found out about her and she killed her boss while she was writing this diary that she was then afraid to continue?
Peggy was trying to think of all the possibilities that might have happened to her. She touched the circle of crimson blood...
Her name was Sheryl de Teresa, ‘She’ in short. She was an employee of the Minton Ironing Store Headquarters. She was killed by her employer’s husband, who she called boss. When she was killed, some of her blood was left there on her diary, which was later disposed by her boss at a nearby road. That road was where Peggy had found the dairy. Her soul went into the dairy as she was solely connected with the dairy when she was writing and was killed on the opened dairy. Her soul was trapped in the circle of crimson blood for 45 years and now she is finally free to plot revenge against people that had once gone against her. She was determined to let them suffer.
Peggy was overtaken by her, by that inhumane She. The newspaper headlines early that morning was enough to explain what had happened. “Peggy McCredie Burnt down Princeton High- 2678 killed, none survived” stunned the whole world.
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