We're All Dead Now!
I Always Did Love Prom Night
“Hey, bitch. You tired of being all goth yet? Ready to be a normal member of society?” He said to me. He was always ‘better’ than everyone... but not today.
“No, Anthony, but I’m pretty sure you won’t live to see the day.” I spat back at him.
“Umm... no. Look, you’re going to be a good little girl for me. You’re coming to prom, dressed up normally, and you’re going with me.” He said. I dated him last year. I thought he was sweet. He ended up taking advantage of me. After he did, he forced me to act ‘normal’. I dumped him later on that same day. He never forgave me. He handed me a white dress.
“You will wear this. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 sharp tonight at your house. Be ready.” He said coldly.
“I’ve moved, actually. Here’s my new address.” I said, handing him a small slip of paper with my “house’s” address on it. Of course, you and I both know what it really contained.
“Good girl. See you then.” He turned on his heel and walked away. We’ll both have a night we’ll never forget.
There was a knock at the door. Anthony. I hurried down the stairs, the long dress I was wearing bushing the floor. I bet he’d forgotten that I’m not that tall. Five feet three and a half inches tall, to be exact. I had a secret behind my back. I opened the door to see him, standing a foot taller than me, as usual.
“I told you to look normal, you give me this? This garbage make-up? That isn’t a normal skin color. It’s way too pale. Go do it again, and hurry it up. I don’t have all night.” He said angrily. I dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him.
“What are you doing now? I don’t think you’d want me to do THAT again, now would you?” He said, smirking. I had a plan.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.” I said. He smashed his face into mine, pushing me onto the floor. We rolled over each other a few times, until I ended up on top of him.
“You know Anthony, I think you’ve changed.” I said. He smiled at me, thinking that he was going to get lucky. I grabbed the switchblade from its hiding place, under a small ribbon at the back of my dress.
“You’ve gotten so much worse than I remembered.” I put the knife to his neck.
“...and what the hell are you going to do about it with that knife? I’m stronger than you, and you know it. Both mentally and physically. You could never deal with the guilt of killing me.” He said confidently.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that.” I picked him up off the floor and held the knife against his neck. Time to give him a tour of the house.
“Struggle and I kill you on the spot.” I whispered in his ear. I led him up the small staircase and into the bedroom. It now contained 57 bodies. Full to capacity. The other 26 were in the bathroom, not including the two in the basement. His eyes went wide at the random piles of flesh and organs all over the floor.
“You did this? You were the one who caused the disappearances?” He asked. He was sweating.
“With a bit of help from my friends. Now, lets just get on with this, shall we?” I said, taping his mouth shut and pulling a pair of gloves from my shoe. I ripped off his shirt with the knife, placing its tip right where his ribs began. I dragged the knife down his torso, making him howl in pain. I wish Gerard and Frank were here. They loved doing the dirty work for me. Oh well. They’ll be out soon enough. I focused on the now exposed organs inside Anthony’s body. He was screaming for me to stop.
“We’ll love again, we’ll laugh again, but it’s better off this way.” My head sang. He let out a sob. I ripped out organ after organ. Stomach. Liver. Kidney. Lung. Heart. All of them were out of his body. One last sob and he was dead. His outfit was covered in blood, as was mine.
“There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you.” I whispered. I laughed when I was carving in his smile. He deserved it, of course. Now, to get ready for tomorrow. I have to lie to save their sorry asses. They’re lucky I love them.
“No, Anthony, but I’m pretty sure you won’t live to see the day.” I spat back at him.
“Umm... no. Look, you’re going to be a good little girl for me. You’re coming to prom, dressed up normally, and you’re going with me.” He said. I dated him last year. I thought he was sweet. He ended up taking advantage of me. After he did, he forced me to act ‘normal’. I dumped him later on that same day. He never forgave me. He handed me a white dress.
“You will wear this. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 sharp tonight at your house. Be ready.” He said coldly.
“I’ve moved, actually. Here’s my new address.” I said, handing him a small slip of paper with my “house’s” address on it. Of course, you and I both know what it really contained.
“Good girl. See you then.” He turned on his heel and walked away. We’ll both have a night we’ll never forget.
There was a knock at the door. Anthony. I hurried down the stairs, the long dress I was wearing bushing the floor. I bet he’d forgotten that I’m not that tall. Five feet three and a half inches tall, to be exact. I had a secret behind my back. I opened the door to see him, standing a foot taller than me, as usual.
“I told you to look normal, you give me this? This garbage make-up? That isn’t a normal skin color. It’s way too pale. Go do it again, and hurry it up. I don’t have all night.” He said angrily. I dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him.
“What are you doing now? I don’t think you’d want me to do THAT again, now would you?” He said, smirking. I had a plan.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.” I said. He smashed his face into mine, pushing me onto the floor. We rolled over each other a few times, until I ended up on top of him.
“You know Anthony, I think you’ve changed.” I said. He smiled at me, thinking that he was going to get lucky. I grabbed the switchblade from its hiding place, under a small ribbon at the back of my dress.
“You’ve gotten so much worse than I remembered.” I put the knife to his neck.
“...and what the hell are you going to do about it with that knife? I’m stronger than you, and you know it. Both mentally and physically. You could never deal with the guilt of killing me.” He said confidently.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that.” I picked him up off the floor and held the knife against his neck. Time to give him a tour of the house.
“Struggle and I kill you on the spot.” I whispered in his ear. I led him up the small staircase and into the bedroom. It now contained 57 bodies. Full to capacity. The other 26 were in the bathroom, not including the two in the basement. His eyes went wide at the random piles of flesh and organs all over the floor.
“You did this? You were the one who caused the disappearances?” He asked. He was sweating.
“With a bit of help from my friends. Now, lets just get on with this, shall we?” I said, taping his mouth shut and pulling a pair of gloves from my shoe. I ripped off his shirt with the knife, placing its tip right where his ribs began. I dragged the knife down his torso, making him howl in pain. I wish Gerard and Frank were here. They loved doing the dirty work for me. Oh well. They’ll be out soon enough. I focused on the now exposed organs inside Anthony’s body. He was screaming for me to stop.
“We’ll love again, we’ll laugh again, but it’s better off this way.” My head sang. He let out a sob. I ripped out organ after organ. Stomach. Liver. Kidney. Lung. Heart. All of them were out of his body. One last sob and he was dead. His outfit was covered in blood, as was mine.
“There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you.” I whispered. I laughed when I was carving in his smile. He deserved it, of course. Now, to get ready for tomorrow. I have to lie to save their sorry asses. They’re lucky I love them.
7/30/13