Another arc down another story posted. This one’s full of amateur writing and teen angst. One day I’ll rewrite it and all the other stories that show up here at Reigns Reverie, but for now I hope you can try and enjoy this look back at writer I once was.

 

Sheila’s Devastation

 

“Good going klutz,” Jeremy was…well let’s just say quite perturbed. Here he was, dressed up in his new clothes, and spastastic Sheila had just spilt all of who-knows-what all over him.

“I’m sorry,” Sheila muttered quietly as she began to pick the vials up off the floor. “I didn’t mean to.” She was colored embarrassed and rightly so, at least in Jeremy’s view.

“If this doesn’t come out,” he began threateningly, “it’ll be you who has to pay for it.”

“But it was you who–”

“Don’t gimme any buts,” the deep voiced jock said menacingly. “Even if it was my fault, who are people going to believe, me? Or a little sophomore like you?

“But we’re in the same grade…” Sheila mumbled.

“As if,” Jeremy scoffed. “Now get out of my sight.” Of course, being the idiot he was, Jeremy didn’t realize that by walking away after saying this, he was actually getting out of her sight, a fact that did little to cheer Sheila up.

 

“What took you so long Ms. Chagrine?” Mrs. Dadad asked as Sheila slowly stepped back into the Anatomy room. “The chemical room is just down the hall.”

Without actually looking at the teacher Sheila replied a quiet, “I had to go back and refill the vials.”

“And why would you have to do that?” the fact that this conversation was taking place in front of the whole class wasn’t making this any easier for someone as shy and meek as Sheila.

“Someone bumped into me in the hall and made me drop them.”

“If you say so Ms. Chagrine.” Said Mrs. Dadad with all the snobbish mannerisms that Sheila had come to expect from her first two years in high school and saw no reason not to expect it from her teachers this year. “Just place the tray down and take a seat in the back.”

Life had always been this way for Sheila Chagrine, especially school life. The level of her introversion that had grown over the years made words like shy and demure ludicrous understatements for her meekness. Not even five feet tall, Sheila was often mistaken to be younger then she was even though the tag she and everyone had to wear at school clearly showed she was junior.

She didn’t really have any friends (or at least she didn’t think she had any), partly because she was too shy to try and make any and partly because no one ever wanted to make friends with her. And just to make school worse, all the teachers seemed to have an inbred dislike for her, even though she had the best grades in the school. The cherry on top (rotten cherry it may be) though was that Sheila had the worst luck imaginable; the root was always upturned, the glass door was always closed, the branch was always low…

This is how her days really went, day in and out, there was no end to it.

 

One dark night on a dark deserted road that Jeremy and the three others that made up the group other students referred to as the D’s were taking on their way home from one misdeed or another, one lone man leaned against the building wall, just outside the radius of the nearest street lamp. His features were hidden by the hoody he wore and the shadows he lay in, and only his oddly yellow eyes shone through the darkness.

“Hey, ya kids,” he called as they passed him, each trying to ignore the stranger as best they could. “I got somethin’ to tell ya’ll.”

 

Look at the little ditz Jeremy Dean thought to himself as Sheila finished reading the Poe poem she’d brought in for the English assignment. Reading her little horror poem like someone actually cares.

“Very good Sheila,” Mr. Sworosky said in his bored monotone way (which pleased Jeremy, although Mr. Sworosky always seemed bored). “Now who wants to go next?”

Jeremy didn’t care who read next, he was too busy glaring at Sheila as she quietly took her seat besides a pair of the only people in the whole school that somehow were able to stand her presence. Jeremy didn’t know why he had such a hatred (there’d always been some annoyance stemming from her presence but now it was full blown hate) for Sheila, not that he ever questioned it), he just couldn’t stand the little ditz.

 

I just wanna slap that little bitch Quila Demsy, thought as she bit her thumbnail watching Sheila walk back from the board where she’d promptly solved the equation Mr. Zelius had asked her to solve. Quila had to restrain a laugh as Sheila almost tripped over her own feet before sitting down.

Just like Jeremy, Quila couldn’t stand Sheila and didn’t know why she couldn’t (she also never asked herself why). Every time the little spaz answered a question or accidentally fell over herself Quila wanted to run screaming out of the class room. I wish something would just make her go away!

 

“Why does Sheila the spaz always get out of everything?” Suzzy Delgado mumbled to herself as Sheila limped off the court. Everyday it seemed Sheila would trip, fall, or otherwise hurt herself bad enough that the girls’ gym teacher, Mrs. Trine, would send her to sit out for the rest of the period. Suzzy had long ago noticed that while Sheila Chagrine was practically perfect in all her other classes, gym was the only class she had anything less then an A. And that was only because she always seemed to “injure” herself just before anything in the class really started.

Everyday she had to watch Sheila get “pampered” by the Mrs. Trine (who in reality didn’t like Sheila much either and was filled with just a hint of glee every time she fell on her face) was a day Suzzy Delgado cursed. I need to get that girl out of my sight or I’m gonna go crazy!

 

Baret Dent didn’t like Sheila anymore then the other three members of his little click did. In fact, he’d been secretly planning on all sorts of ways to embarrass her out of school for good. Why? He didn’t know for sure, maybe it had to do with the fact that Ms. Wan never made her practice in choir class (actually Ms. Wan never let Sheila skip practice, she just always forgot to assign her a part while making lesson plans).

Beret even went so far as to blame his low grade and standing in choir completely on Sheila because she “distracted him” while silently watching the rest sing with her big empty eyes. Every time she made her way into the corner of his eye he’d falter on his part and be scolded and made to begin again by the teacher. To him, Sheila Chagrine leaving school would be the best thing ever.

 

“Hey Sheila,” Quila called as she and Suzzy waited at the end of the alley. The street was deserted except for Sheila, Suzzy, and Quila, which wasn’t surprising considering the hour. It was after dark and Sheila had just gotten done doing cleaning duty at school, a duty that she seemed so get assigned more and more as the school year passed by. “There’s something down here you need to see.”

“Umm, can it wait till tomorrow? I still have–”

“It’ll only take a sec,” Suzzy pleaded, although her expression was a little too devious for it to be real pleading. “You really need to see this.”

“I guess I could–”

“Great,” Quila said happily as she grabbed Sheila’s wrist. “It’s just down here in the alley.”

“But what is it?” Sheila struggled to ask as she was dragged into the alley.

“It’s indescribable,” Suzzy, who now had Sheila’s other wrist, calmly replied. “It’ll make you put a new perspective on life.”

“Okay…”

 

The sack fell over her head right as Quila and Suzzy pushed her into the shadow darkened end of the alley. She screamed as her world was plunged into true and absolute darkness and two bodies flung themselves against her, holding her and the bag down until they had tied the end tight, so she couldn’t kick her way out. She heard muffled laughs and voices through the thick sack as she tried to claw out of it, but no matter what she did it was to no avail.

And then, as she lay on the ground panic-stricken and hyperventilating, the hands descended upon her. They touched everywhere, the rough sack back and forth across her legs, face, pulling at her waist, chest, and hair, and no matter how much she fought or screamed they wouldn’t stop, just kept laughing.

Eventually there was a pause and Sheila made the mistake of hoping it was over, but soon that hope was crushed completely. After little more then a minute had passed the hands came down upon her again, this time flipping her over in her fabric prison before delving into their sick pleasure yet again.

Hours passed and things were done to the girl that even the perpetrators would eventually feel ashamed of (only a little though), but at that moment they felt none. At that moment they were having the time of their lives ruining hers. And there was no end in sight…

 

Colin passed the alley early that morning. He had shelf duty in the library, and he hated shelf duty in the library. “Why are the librarians so lazy that they can’t even–” his complaints to himself were cut short when he heard the sobs coming from the alley as he passed. No one should have even been on the street that early, not even him (it would over an hour before anyone else even thought about going anywhere, it was that early). Colin slowly stepped into the alley towards the sobbing, wanting to know who had hurt themselves so early in the morning. What he found put an immediate end to his cynical thought.

Kneeling over the sobbing sack Colin apprehensively said, “Hello?” while reaching down for it.

The sack gasped in horror at the sound of his voice and even more at his touch. “Please…no more…no more,” the sack begged in a familiar, feminine voice.

“Oh shit, Sheila?! Is that you in there? Shit! Just wait a second I’m gonna get you out of there.”

But Sheila couldn’t tell who it was anymore, even when Colin had pulled her out of the sack and was trying to calm her down she just kept crying and kept saying “no more” over and over again.

Sheila didn’t come to school the next day, and wouldn’t for some time.

 

“Sheila still hasn’t come back,” Lisah said quietly as she sat down beside Colin, opposite Kat and Derreck. It had been a week since he had found Sheila in the alley and in that time the closest thing to information anyone had been able to get was when the police had repeatedly questioned Colin about that morning, and he didn’t get much out of those sessions.

“Of course she hasn’t,” Colin said irritably, “The bastards who did that to her traumatized the hell out of her. If I ever found out who–”

Colin was cut off by the gaggle of snickering laughter from the table behind them. Jeremy, Quila, Beret, and Suzzy sat there, eavesdropping on the conversation and laughing at what they heard. “Something funny?” Colin asked the group of idiots.

Jeremy turned around in his chair, a slick smile on his face, and said, “We just think it’s funny that you actually care what happened to that little freak.”

“And why wouldn’t we be?” Colin asked through his teeth.

“Because that klutzy little brain got exactly what she deserved, always showing people up and getting special treatment from the teachers.”

The anger had welled up in Colin’s face as he realized what Jeremy was actually saying,” You were the ones,” he said with deep, measured lengths.

“Yes?”

“You bastards!” echoed through the lunchroom as Colin jumped headfirst into Jeremy, casting them both to the ground. They began struggling on the ground, a crowd forming around them to watch, even Casey, Alexa, Emily, and Katie were watching and they never took much interest in anything. Before anyone could think to stop the two the entire cafeteria was watching and the lunch monitors were trying to break through the ever growing crowd.

The three other D’s in Jeremy’s group finally jumped in to pull him back as Lisa, Kat, and Derreck jumped in to pull Colin back. “You bastards!” Colin continued yelling. “You fucking bastards! You ruined her life!”

“So what if we did!? You can’t prove anything!” Jeremy yelled back in the same hysterical voice as Colin.

By the time the monitors finally did break through the crowd of ogling students, and then took the time to suspend both Colin and Jeremy, the battle of fists had long become a battle of words, words that both Colin and the cloaked man lurking in the shadows took a great deal of consideration in.

 

“Shouldn’t you still be in school?” Sheila’s mother asked Colin in a perturbed tone after opening the door and glaring at him for a moment.

“I got suspended,” Colin said without much emotion, he either didn’t care or cared too much about his suspension. Sheila’s mother guessed it was the former.

“For what?”

“Fighting.”

“So you shout babble and get into fights?” I don’t see much of a future for you.”

“No offense Miss Chagrine, not only do I not care but you don’t even have the right to condemn me for that. The babble I spread is my own business and the fight I got into was with someone who was making light of your daughter’s situation.”

“If you say so,” Edna Chagrine said with dismissal, she had her own theories about who had done what and her prime suspect getting suspended didn’t help his case.

Colin sighed, “Listen, whatever you may think of me–”

“Everyone thinks something of you Colin,” Mrs. Chagrine with the most judgmental voice Colin had ever heard. “Not only are you the only one I know had any contact with my daughter that morning, but you’re also the only one who believes in that Alforzion nonsense.”

“Fine, believe what you will about me, I don’t care. Just give this to her,” he said with unexpected anger while thrusting an envelope into her hands.

“What’s this?” she asked as she inspected the white envelope.

“It’s a card that me and some of her other friends signed before I got suspended.”

“I hate to admit this, but my daughter doesn’t have any friends–”

“No,” Colin interrupted, “she doesn’t think she has any friends, that’s different then not having any.”

By this point Colin had had enough of trying to get his point across to Sheila’s mother, so as Edna Chagrine looked down at herself disquietly he turned back towards his car. But right before he could pull himself into the driver’s seat Sheila’s mother called from the still open door, “Why’d this happen to my baby?”

“Because,” Colin said darkly, “People are bastards.” It was all that needed to be said, and the weight it carried as it passed through that mother’s ears was immense.

 

“Sheila,” her mother called softly from the closed door. There was no reply, hadn’t been except for some mumblings since she’d been brought home a week earlier. “Someone from school left something for you. I’m going to slide it under the door.”

Sheila watched from the corner of her room as the envelope quietly slipped through the door crack. Taking a cautious look around the room, she slowly crawled over to it and tore open its contents. There was a simple “We Miss You” card inside that was signed by people from her classes. It was simple, but nice. Sheila put it on her desk before crawling back to her corner.

Her room wasn’t in shambles as one would expect, but it was barren. Before locking her window shut she’d thrown every piece of fabric in her room out of it. The only things even resembling fabric left were the clothes she was wearing now; a simple night shirt and panties. She’d been that way for a week now, shivering from both fear and cold as she tried to lock those hours of torment out of her mind…and failing.

It wouldn’t be until later, when the sun had set and darkness had taken hold of the world, that anyone else would try to talk to Sheila. Just before her eyes finally closed for the night, the window (which Sheila had checked hourly to ensure it was locked) burst inward, letting in a violent gust of wind and sending every scrap of paper in the room flying about.

Sheila was consumed in silent horror as a cloaked figure slithered through the open window like an overgrown snake into her room. The gale ceased as soon as the man straightened up, his bright turquoise eyes surmising the night darkened room until they fell upon the trembling girl in the corner.

“Are you Sheila?” the cloaked figure asked calmly.

“I-I-I-I’m–”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the dark figure said cut off her stuttering. “You want to know why I just burst through your window?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“I was asked to help you out.”

“H-help me?”

“Yes, now I’ve set something up for you, but first…” he reached one of his sleeves into the other and searched around for a moment before continuing. “Put this on,” he said as he tossed a white package on the floor in front of her. “We don’t have a lot of time before they get suspicious.”

 

“Why are we here?” Beret groaned to no one in particular as he, Jeremy, Suzzy, and Quila sat in the hall outside the main office at school. All four had been called here for some reason, and none of them knew why.

“You don’t think someone found out–”

“No!” Jeremy shouted to cut Suzzy off. “There’s no way anyone could. You’re all here because I got into it with that freak Colin and you pulled us apart.”

“But why would they call us here so late?” Quila asked from her seat on the floor.

“Because the faculty here’s stupid,” Beret answered comically.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Suzzy mumbled despite her friends’ reassurance.

Just then, as if to affirm Suzzy’s concerns, the overhead speakers came on, but no voice came over the intercom, just crackling static. The lights began to flicker, creating in junction with the static an overly eerie effect.

“What’s going on!?” Quila asked with panicked breath as she and Suzzy bolted up off the ground.

“It’s just a power surge!” Jeremy yelled in annoyance. “Calm do–”

Jeremy was cut off by both the lights going completely out, sending all of them all into complete darkness, and the gurgle that came to his throat. For some seconds there was silence, dark ominous silence that would fill the bravest soul with fear.

The lights eventually did come back on, but that brought no relief. Screams erupted from Suzzy, Beret, and Quila’s throats as they looked upon the five blood stained strips of metal that were sticking out of Jeremy’s neck. It wasn’t until she began to speak that they noticed the girl behind him, draped in white and long black hair obscuring her face.

“In the darkness of night, the moon drapes lunacy down upon those sinners who walk the night,” the white draped girl said with judgment in her voice. “Now may you be judged by the law of the insane Moon.”

The strips of metal jutting out of Jeremy’s neck were actually nails that extended from both hands, like the claws of some beast that far outweighed the small girl that they extended from. There seemed to be no honor among these fools, the three still living turned and ran before the white-clad girl could even pull her metallic nails out of the dead bastard’s neck. But that was fine with the girl, she (and they) deserved a chase.

 

Colin, who’d never realized how close he lived to Sheila until he looked up her address, watched in confused amazement as the black cloaked man leapt from her window with a white-robed girl latched to him. Even though Colin didn’t know who the cloaked man was, somewhere in the depths of his mind he knew who he must have been though, he didn’t have an immediate idea about who the girl was.

However, that odd, tingling feeling of familiarity was cast aside when he immediately realized who the girl was, Sheila. Cursing himself for not figuring it out quicker (she was an only child after all), Colin jumped into his car as the cloaked man pulled Sheila through the air. They almost seemed to fly and only their occasional descent to then jump into the air once again betrayed that image.

Colin continued to curse as he followed the flying duo, partly because of the ludicrousness of this “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” moment, partly because each time they turned he almost crashed trying to turn with them, but mostly because no matter how fast he drove the expanse between them only grew larger and larger. And then, he lost them. But by then it didn’t matter, Colin had a pretty good idea where they were going.

 

Colin jumped out of his car just in time to hear the last scream (probably Suzzy’s since it was too high to be any of the others’). Hearing this, he didn’t even bother going into the school, just sat and waited on the hood of his car. It seemed to him that the D’s now stood for dead, deceased, defunct, and departed.

A moment passed, and then another, and then finally a white figure stepped out of the school. She didn’t notice him at first; the whimsical daze that she so rarely showed in class had befallen her. So it wasn’t until she was almost to his car that Sheila’s eyes widened at the realization of Colin’s presence. She started looking back and forth, as if looking for someone or deciding whether or not to run, and trembling in fear.

Colin watched all this for a moment; mostly he was just looking at the long, bloody nails connected to each of her fingers by some contraption on her palms. And then out of the blue he calmly asked, “Did you do what you needed to do?”

She nodded silently.

“Did you leave any evidence?”

She shook her head.

Only one last question remained in his head, “Who was the guy in the cloak?”

Sheila looked into his eyes for the first time, a faint (and I stress the word faint) smile on her lips, and replied, “A friend asked him to help me.”

“Fine,” Colin sighed as he slid off the hood. “Come on,” he said, waving her closer to the car, “I’ll give you a ride home.”

 

When the bodies were found the next morning the police were called and school was canceled for almost a month as they tried to solve the mystery of the “heinous” killing of four “innocent” teens. They had little to go on though; just a half second video clip in which no one could agree whether the girl from “The Ring” or from “The Grudge” made an appearance (the fact that one investigator had a heart attack and died in the TV aisle of an electronics store seven days after reviewing the tape added to the “Ring” argument) and one word that had been chiseled into the office wall:

 

Hecate

 

With the C in the form of a crescent moon…

 

But when school finally did resume, Colin was almost surprised when Sheila walked into English and took her seat besides him without even glancing at Jeremy’s empty seat.

“You seem different.” And Colin wasn’t just saying that. On top of the fact that Sheila was exuding a level of confidence she had never even approached before, she actually looked physically taller.

“Really?” she said with a smile. “Well I did get rid of some stress off my shoulders.”