Sweet Fiendish Avenge-Chapter 3 (Not Edited)

Chapter 31

All three of us walked out of school laughing and talking about how the day was. From an awful morning, to a great afternoon. It felt great to be outdoors in the fresh air, and then all of a sudden it hit me. Jake died in a shoot out…because I didn’t let him in the car. If I remember correctly, I saw a gang when I looked in my side mirror. Although, that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary here. Not caring about Jake, it didn’t matter to me. Indirectly, hypothetically, I sort of killed Jake? No, I didn’t have any regret, nor did I have any guilt. It’s not everyday someone you hate dies, rather rare, unless you kill them yourself. 2

Now, if I wrote a list of people I hate, would they all die? Unlikely, of course it couldn’t be possible. I mean I did write in my journal of September that I hate Jake, and would like to see the death of him soon. Just a little ironic, my imagination playing with my mind, I guess.3

“See you two later,” Coral said walking over to her blue, white striped 1969 Camaro. 4

“Bye!” Kyler and I said simultaneously. 5

“I’ll call you!” She shouted back over to me. 6

“Okay!” I said hopping into my Mustang, and Kyler went into the passengers side. I started the engine, and Kyler interrupted my thoughts.7

“Clarity, has something been bothering you?” He asked, turning on the radio. “Fuel” by Metallica started playing. 8

I sighed, and pulled out of my parking space. 9

“It’s about Jake, isn’t it?” He said rubbing his eyes and relaxed, putting his arms behind his head. 10

“Not exactly,” I said biting my lip, and slipped on my sunglasses. 11

“Don’t lie,” He said tapping his nails on the door.12

“Well, I’m not,” I said feeling uncomfortable.13

“Well what do you mean ‘not exactly’?” He questioned.14

“It’s a long story,” I said turning a corner.15

“Well, I’m here,” He said taking a breath.16

“I know…but it’s something I don’t feel like telling, just yet,” I said trying to relax.17

“You know, if you ever need my help,” he paused, “I’m here.” 18

“Again, thank you,” I sighed, “Fine, I’ll tell you.” Of course people always knew how to get me to tell my secrets. I stopped at the stoplight and turned my head to Kyler, and turned down the radio. My thought’s adjusted. 19

“As you know, Kyler…I dated Jake, for two years. I loved him oh so dearly, but obviously he did not. It’s not right for a jock to have a girlfriend who is not a cheerleader, as you see in the movies, you know,” I snickered. “Back this past September…in my September diary,” I gulped, “I wrote…that I wished he died.” My ears were waiting for a response.20

Kyler raised an eyebrow, “So, you’re saying that, indirectly, you could have killed Jake?” 21

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. 22

“Is that even humanly possible?” Kyler’s eyes squinted in confusion. 23

“I don’t know, I mean there are legends and myths. Though…it’s a fifty/fifty chance they are actually true.” I said turning down to the elementary school.24

“What are we-oh, yeah, you have a “parent/teacher” conference?” He put quotations around parent/teacher conference, considering I wasn’t her actual parent.25

“Yeah,” I mumbled. I parked into the parking lot, and unbuckled my seatbelt. “Are you going to stay here?” I asked taking the keys out the engine, and opening my door.26

“Yep,” He answered back, and I slammed my door and walked into the school. 27

I felt like I was a spy on a mission, yes…I know, ridiculous. The setting was quiet, and the swings were moving back in forth from the October winds. The leaves all falling around, and the smell of fresh cut grass erupted into my nostrils. I opened the door to the building, and I could smell paint already. I quickly walked to the kindergarten section of the school, and walked into Mrs. Murfee’s classroom. 28

“Good day,” I smiled brightly to her, as she lifted her head from her desk. “I’m Kara’s older sister, our mother couldn’t make it. As the good daughter I am, I kindly suggested that I come and take her place,” I said with my good acting skills, and without a doubt she bought it.29

“Why how sweet of you!” She said smiling her semi-yellow, sort of crooked teeth. She had salt and pepper, shoulder length hair, and was sort of short and slim. 30

Over by the desk, little Kara was cleaning them with a towel. She turned around and ran over to me, giving me a big hug. “Sissy!” She smiled brightly. “I gots something for you!” I giggled and smiled brightly at her.31

“Kara, your sister I are going to have a little chat, why don’t you go back to cleaning up?” She said standing up and walking over by me. 32

“Okay,” Kara enthusiastically walked back over to the desk.33

Mrs. Murfee and I walked out the classroom to the commons area. I sat down in the chair at the wooden table, as Mrs. Murfee sat across from me. 34

“Kara is a lovely, outgoing little girl,” she paused, “but lately she’s been acting so…strange.” She clasped her hands together. 35

“Strange, how?” I raised an eyebrow, and took off my sunglasses. 36

“Her drawings in art…don’t contain your typical dogs, cats, flowers, you know?” She said raising an eyebrow. I nodded my head. “She has great artistic abilities for being so young, though…for only being six, such drawings aren’t comprehendible for such a little girl.” She looked slightly flabbergasted. 37

I stared blankly at her, “Do tell what she is drawing, please,” I insisted.38

“I believe it’s demons, shadows, ghost, dark mystical things.”39

I put my hand on my forehead and laid my elbow on the table.40

“Do you have any idea where this is coming from?” Mrs. Murfee getting a vibe from my actions. 41

“Yes,” I sighed deeply.42

“Well, then…what is it?” She asked with much curiosity. 43

“I’m so sorry to have you hear this, but she’s getting those ideas from my own personal work,” I raised my head, and looked at her.44

“You…let her watch you draw these?” Mrs. Murfee asked with concern.45

“Ma’am, she likes to stay in my room…she follows me everywhere when she gets the chance, and I’ve sweetly asked her to do something else. Kara just wants to stay there in my room with me. I can’t tell no to such a sweet, delicate little girl.” I said sadly.46

“Oh, I understand…” Mrs. Murfee got interrupted by Kara. Kara peered at the classroom entrance and giggled. I waved backed to her and grin. 47

“Clare-tee, can we please go?” She begged with those gorgeous brownish golden eyes. 48

I smiled, “I’ll be there in a sec, hun.” I said sweetly, and she went back in the room quietly. 49

“Impatient she is,” Mrs. Murfee chuckled. 50

“Indeed…” I smiled back.51

“I know you don’t want to be here, either. To end this short and sweet, if anything stranger pops up. I’ll surely call you,” she got up, as I did too. 52

I said goodbye, as Kara grabbed my hand and we headed out the school. 53

“Mrs. Murfee tells me you’ve been drawing and painting odd things in art time,” I said curiously.54

She put some hair strands behind her ear, and looked up at me with her cute smile. “Clare-tee, they aren’t odd…you draw them,” she said oh so innocently. 55

I stopped walking and went in front of her and stooped down on my knee. “Kara, those are drawings only I can draw. You’re supposed to be drawing flowers, butterflies, dogs, and cats,” I put my finger on her nose and smiled.56

“I want to draw what you draw!” She pouted.57

“But you should be original, use your good imagination,” I suggested. 58

I got back up, and grabbed her hand and walked back to the car. 59

“Hey, Kara,” Kyler smiled greeting her.60

“Hello, Kyler,” she said getting into the back. 61

I slid in and slammed the door and put my sunglasses back on. 62

“What happened?” He whispered, as I turned the radio back on. 63

“We didn’t get into much, Kara was begging to leave,” I whispered back quickly.64

“I see.”65

“Well, she did tell me that Kara has been drawing odd things…A.K.A, what I draw,” I zoomed out of the parking lot.66

Kyler slid himself up, and looked at me, “You’re kidding me?” He said flabbergasted. 67

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” The stoplight in front of me turned red. 68

The fact that my six year old sister was drawing demons, ghost, spirits, whatever I drew currently, was rather absurd. The current thing of the day seemed to be looking at the clock. Currently it was going on four thirty. I had about an hour to get ready for work. The day goes by real fast, but never quite seems to end. I sighed, and went off as soon as the light turned green69

“Sissy,” Kara called my name sweetly.70

“Yes?” I asked curiously. 71

“Can you take me to grandmas instead?” That great smile of hers appeared on her round adorable face. “Please.” 72

“I guess,” I smiled back. I turned right and zoomed past apartment complexes. Our grandma, Lori, was one of the sweetest grandmas ever. She was our dad’s mom, and it was totally obvious. Her kind heart, how caring she is. I asked her once about my dad, and she changed the subject quickly. Obviously she knew something, but never wanted to tell us. Why would she not want to tell us? 73

Why was everyone hiding things from me? Being confused already, doubling it by not telling me things I should know. I dream to have that hope of believing in a wishing star, again. Maybe then I would be better off, but who am I kidding? Everything is way too stressful, but I keep going for my little sister. 74

Grandma Lori was outside sitting down on some steps, drinking a cup of coffee. Parking my Mustang on the curb, she came over smiling and waving hello. 75

“Hey Grandma,” I went out of the car, going up to give her a hug. “Kara, wants to stay with you, again,” I smirked.76

“Well of course she can!” She grinned back, Kara coming up to give her a hug.77

“I have Kyler waiting in the car, and I have to get to work,” My eyes looked at her sweetly, but could tell I was in a hurry.78

“Of course! Love you, Clarity,” My grandma gave me a kiss on the cheek, and took Kara to her apartment as I hear Kara giggling. 79

Smiling, I walked back to my car and did a u-turn, heading over to our apartment complex. 80

“Well, Kyler I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said pulling to the curb. Kyler and I lived in the same apartment complex, so it made things much easier. 81

“Yeah,” He grinned, and I turned off my car. Kyler got out, as I did the same. Kyler and I hugged and walked our separate ways. I loved Kyler, he was like my own brother. I really didn’t like his brother, Nathan, he was kind of cruel and rude. Kyler and I are the closest, and we share all our secrets. We have this trust that isn’t believable, and the brotherly, sisterly love. Even though girls had crushes on Kyler, I’m sorry to tell them, but he’s gay. That doesn’t matter though, he is such a good friend and I won’t dump our friendship over that. I have nothing against that, anyways. 82

I unlocked the door to my apartment, and of course my mom wasn’t home yet. I walked into the den over to the sliding, glass door. Looking out to the sunny, blue sky as if I could see my dad in heaven. Even though they say he’s dead, I still wonder. Sometimes I think he’s lucky that he gets to be in heaven, better than being on Earth sometimes. Sighing, I walked to my bedroom and changed into more comfortable apparel for work. 83

Changing into my black shorts, kiss tee, and my black and white checkered Vans, I headed to the bathroom. Tossing away my empty lemon custard lip shine bottle, and brushed my teeth and used some mouth wash. I smiled and took off my blue beanie, and put my straight, dark brown hair into a high ponytail. Clipping my bangs back with some bobby pins to get them out of my face. I applied some Champagne MAXalicious lip gloss, and I put on my black studded wristband. 84

It was already five fifteen and I had fifteen minutes to linger around. I went back to my bedroom and grabbed the key out of my black and white bag, unlocking a drawer in my wooden desk. I grabbed my first sketchbook, my fist ever drawings. I started drawing when I was twelve, which is when my dad disappeared, or as they said, died. 85

Flipping through my old sketchbook, I saw the things of which were my first sketches of my morbid mind. Demons, killers, immortals, anything that related to those types of subjects. I never grasped the concept of why I drew such things. Though my first ever drawing was a heart, with a dagger going through it. Very emotional. It looked so realistic and my heart started to ache. I flipped to the next drawing, the setting was night and on a street. It had a girl walking slowly, and behind her was a demon with a pitchfork. I sighed and flipped to the back of the book. 86

The last drawing consisted of many color, dark and bright. It looked as if it were immortals, some type of different species. Even though they looked human, the picture sent off a vibe that they weren’t. The more I looked at the picture, the more I started breathing heavier. Sweat started dripping from my forehead, or at least that’s what I thought. My vision started to blur, and my body started to panic. Something was trying to take over me, and it was something quite evil. My mind was going this way, and that way. I could feel the goose bumps all along my body. Quickly, I shut the sketchbook and placed it on the floor. 87

I leaned against my desk, and tried to catch my breath. My vision came back correctly, but my heart was still beating quickly. What happened? What the hell was contained into that sketchbook? I know I didn’t like that feeling, some type of evil was trying to take over my soul. Was I even in current reality? Was this just all a dream? Pinching my arm hard, my long nails leaving marks on my pale skin, I was in reality. Sighing, I grabbed the towel hanging on my desk chair and wiped my forehead with it. 88

My heartbeat finally went back to normal, and I pushed myself up. My legs were a bit wobbly, but I got my balance. I turned around and looked at the picture of my dad and I, and smiled. Dad will take care of me, nothing can hurt me. Confidently, I went out the room and grabbed my black and white striped bag. 89

“Ahuh,” I hear my mom’s voice, what was she doing here at five thirty? 90

“Yeah, oh yeah,” I heard her say seductively. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, and tip-toed to the door. 91

“Clarity, is that you?” She asked propping herself on her elbows, as she and her new boy toy were on the couch. 92

“Yes…” I said quietly.93

“Kara better be at Lori’s,” She said in a cruel manner.94

“Yes, ma’am, she is,” My self still facing the door way.95

“You go, too! Now, leave…go to your filthy job!” She said laying back down, and I quickly got out the house and locked the door. I shivered and walked down to my Mustang. 96

Pulling out onto the road, I decided to just drive in silence. My mind felt too overloaded with thoughts of which are from what just currently happened. It’s been a long, some what tiring day, and I still have to work. 97

Soon enough the sun was starting to disappear, and the sky turned gray. Rain start drizzling down, and I turned on my windshield wipers. 98

“Great, wonderful,” I said muttering to myself sarcastically. I turned another corner, and stopped at the blurry, red stoplight. As soon as the light turned green I sped to Royal Dragon, the Chinese restaurant I work at. I was a waitress most of the time, or some days they needed me in the kitchen. Today was a kitchen day, not my favorite…although, I get free food. Hence, that’s my dinner and I don’t mind. I love Chinese food, it’s so delicious. 99

I parked behind Royal Dragon, as that is where the employees park. Chinese food entered in my nose, and I smiled brightly. “Yum!” I told myself, turning off my Mustang. Grabbing my bag, and locking up my car, I walked into the back of Royal Dragon. 100

“Hey, Clarity,” Mary smiled at me, as I clocked in and put on my black apron. 101

“Hey, Mary,” I sighed.102

“Been a bad day?” She asked concerned.103

“Yeah, sort of,” I told her with no expression on my face. I started cooking some sweet and sour chicken, and the smell was so wonderful. I bit my lip and glared at all the delicious food, now you know why I like to be waitress instead. 104

“Clarity, what are you going to do…about how things are?” Mary asked breaking the silence between us.105

“Right now…survive. I’m getting good grades, good money, and am taking care of little Kara. I suppose after I graduate next year…I may just get my own place, and possibly get custody of Kara.” As I told her she looked at little surprised. Sighing, I popped a piece of sweet and sour chicken in my mouth. Not even noticing how hot it was. 106

“Good luck to you, Clarity. Really, I wish you the best,” She said smiling. She just said wished, a word which I knew in my life wasn’t true. Wish me the best? That would never come true. That word angered me, I hated that word. None of my wished ever came true. Never will, either. Just thinking of it made me get angry, I felt like something was controlling me…like when I opened my sketchbook. Not as bad, but damn close to it. 107

Thoughts pacing in my head, and I started to panic, but didn’t show any sign. My fingers quickly grabbed the butcher knife sitting on a counter next to me. The sharp edged knife slowly put itself to my arm. I tried to resist doing such actions, but something was controlling me. I couldn’t help it, I tried to force the knife back, but it only went to my arm closer. The knife entered my flesh, and red, cold blood oozed out of my pale arm. It started to trickle down, slowly. At first I didn’t feel the pain, blocking it out as if it were nothing. I fell down on to the cold, hard ground. I could see Mary shocked and wrapping a towel around my arm. As my vision soon blurred, and quickly went out of reality to the deep darkness of a dream. 108