((Molly McKenzie continued from Hiding From The Truth))
Molly laid on a bed, crumbs of eaten crackers spread around her. She should have been resting, but she didn't. It wasn't that she felt unsafe, she had boarded up the door after all, and she was never a deep sleeper. No, there was another reason why she was just staring up at the ceiling. Molly was waiting, she was reflecting. Her face didn't betray an expression, and even if it did, it wouldn't be sincere.
She was the former Queen Bee of Saint Editha, the popular, strong, swimmer who was far better then all the other freaks, psychos, losers, stalkers and daydreamers. She was going to be the most famous something, maybe actress, and her name was supposed to go down in the history books. Unforgotten. When even her parents retires from acting, when Diana decides to give up and finally realised she wasn't the most attention-deserving person in the world, Molly was going to be remembered. She was pretty sure that was going to be her future.
Which was why it was so unfair that she was here! She didn't want to die so early, she didn't want to be another name in a doomed class! She didn't deserve this. So the others wanted to live as well, but Molly didn't deserves it most of all, right? She wasn't just a girl who would grow up to be an accountant, or a criminal or whatever, Molly was a high school Queen Bee. Surely...that meant she'll also be successful in life. She deserved it more then those soon to be high school has-beens, surely!?
She had to get out of here. Whether it be through escape, or doing it the way the Americans intended. The more she slept, the more Molly wasted away in here, forgotten. It wasn't like her family was going to care, right? She didn't need to sleep right now, and risk someone coming by. No. She was going to be the one to survive, she was going to be that someone people didn't want to come by asleep.
That was Molly's resolve. With no one to disagree with her, and no doubt in Molly, that was her choice, and it was final. She was not that hysterical mentalist, the Molly that Kian met was not her, that girl didn't exist any longer. Kian....Molly put thoughts of that boy behind her. Just as Molly left...she heard a noise, that must have been Kian dying. Surely, now that he was....gone, Molly could forget about him right? She didn't need to remember everyone, right?.....
Molly didn't want to think about him, maybe ever again. Molly rose up from the bed, and quickly walked to her duffel bag placed next to a chair. She took out a brownie, and picked up her sledgehammer. She chewed on the brownie, trying to just forget, and lose her thoughts by focusing on the sweet dessert. She didn't need to focus on thoughts, doubts and the past.
All she had to do now, was wait.
That's The Way The Ego Crumbles
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There was a sound.
Molly bit through her brownie, but stopped, and tried to listen again. While one half of the brownie still on her hand, the brownie she bit down on dropped on the floor. It was kinda of hard to focus, even though she couldn't sleep. When she was on the bed, she couldn't sleep, because she wanted to go home and sleep. Yet, when she finally decided to go home, she wanted nothing more to sleep. She hasn't slept in so long, and when she did, it didn't feel like she did. She felt just as tired every time she woke up.
But she couldn't sleep now. Her body was tired, her mind was foggy she guessed, but...she couldn't explain it, she couldn't sleep. If she really wanted to, she didn't have to, even if her body was screaming at her to. If she really, really wanted to, she could just push away that feeling. She pushed everything away, and left with only a half-working brain, she heard something again.
Hello?
There it was, as cloudly as a dream, and followed by disconnected footsteps? They were so quiet, yet, she couldn't hear them when she focused. It was only when she stared blankly at the room, dazed, that she heard them. It was....sinister, as if whoever was doing that knew she was here! But...she should be the only one who knows she was here, right? Right!?
Molly jumped out of her chair, as if it was burning hot. Maybe it was, she could have sworn that her body suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why would the chair be hot, she didn't know. But it felt real to her. Just as she was convinced that those sounds were real. She could hear them in her head now. They were clearer.
She was going to go back home. She had to, she needed to, she deserved to. Molly muttered her resolve as a mantra, gripping her sledgehammer. She could see her future as clearer then day. That's right, she had to go home, she would live. And if she didn't...
Huh. Strange. She couldn't quite feel anything else. Oh well. She took the barricades off, and opened the door. This was a smart idea. She was going to take her first step going home. Kill or be killed.
She opened the door, sledgehammer ready. She looked downstairs, the stairs were wonky, and...wait. These stairs weren't like this before. Molly stopped halfway down the stairs, just enough that no one upstairs could see her. She listened again, tuning the ringing out of her head.
There it was again. The sounds. There were getting louder.
Molly bit through her brownie, but stopped, and tried to listen again. While one half of the brownie still on her hand, the brownie she bit down on dropped on the floor. It was kinda of hard to focus, even though she couldn't sleep. When she was on the bed, she couldn't sleep, because she wanted to go home and sleep. Yet, when she finally decided to go home, she wanted nothing more to sleep. She hasn't slept in so long, and when she did, it didn't feel like she did. She felt just as tired every time she woke up.
But she couldn't sleep now. Her body was tired, her mind was foggy she guessed, but...she couldn't explain it, she couldn't sleep. If she really wanted to, she didn't have to, even if her body was screaming at her to. If she really, really wanted to, she could just push away that feeling. She pushed everything away, and left with only a half-working brain, she heard something again.
Hello?
There it was, as cloudly as a dream, and followed by disconnected footsteps? They were so quiet, yet, she couldn't hear them when she focused. It was only when she stared blankly at the room, dazed, that she heard them. It was....sinister, as if whoever was doing that knew she was here! But...she should be the only one who knows she was here, right? Right!?
Molly jumped out of her chair, as if it was burning hot. Maybe it was, she could have sworn that her body suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why would the chair be hot, she didn't know. But it felt real to her. Just as she was convinced that those sounds were real. She could hear them in her head now. They were clearer.
She was going to go back home. She had to, she needed to, she deserved to. Molly muttered her resolve as a mantra, gripping her sledgehammer. She could see her future as clearer then day. That's right, she had to go home, she would live. And if she didn't...
Huh. Strange. She couldn't quite feel anything else. Oh well. She took the barricades off, and opened the door. This was a smart idea. She was going to take her first step going home. Kill or be killed.
She opened the door, sledgehammer ready. She looked downstairs, the stairs were wonky, and...wait. These stairs weren't like this before. Molly stopped halfway down the stairs, just enough that no one upstairs could see her. She listened again, tuning the ringing out of her head.
There it was again. The sounds. There were getting louder.
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The sounds of footsteps. Who did they belong to? Who were they? Were they even footsteps? Molly wasn't so sure if they even were. They, even though they were clear as ever, didn't sound like anything in particular. They just...rang inside her head. It was starting to hurt. Like a beating heart at the bottom of the floorboards, the footsteps were unbearable after a while. They grew louder, more like footsteps. Whoever is down there...they must be coming towards Molly.
That was perfect. That was what she needed (not). They surely couldn't see her. That meant that they had no idea they were walking right towards her. Good. Molly, through the sudden excitement and adrenaline in her body, had only just realised that her mouth was curled up in a teeth-bared smirk, even though she...didn't feel any sort of identifiable emotion? Oh fine, whatever. She was in no mind to think about anything else then those ringing footsteps that seemed to take up her entire world.
And when they came, Molly closed her eyes, feeling something that must have been fear. She ran up. She raised her sledgehammer, and hit someone. Molly felt the sledgehammer sink more and more into them, until the sledgehammer was down at the ground. Molly had hit so hard, whoever she hit must be dead, right? They must be a heap of infectious colours on the ground, right?!
Molly opened her eyes, and screamed.
It wasn't because of the sight before her, no. It was the lack of a sight. There was no blood, no body. No body was there. There never was anyone, Molly realised a few seconds after she stopped screaming in fear she would get someone's attention. No one ever came into the house, she had never hit anything.
All of that was just a now crumbling delusion of that Queen Bee. Molly could barely breathe, she felt faint. Slowly climbing down the stairs, avoiding what areas would have been stained in guts if she had actually hit someone that existed, Molly collapsed against the frame of the front door as soon as she got there. She didn't dare look back.
She wasn't mad, she wasn't a psycho. No, everyone made mistakes, right? No, that never happened. She wouldn't let something like that happen. Just forget it, just recall the things she actually wanted to recall. Nothing came up. That was fine. She wasn't going to stay here, she didn't deserve to be here. She was going to go home, even if everyone else couldn't as a price. She couldn't stay here, she needed to start her red road back to Britain, and she needed to follow it all the way if she was going to make it. An arrogant hare who stayed behind for breaks and thought it'll still win anyways was a worthless animal. She wasn't that. She wasn't going to look back.
Following a self-made trail, Molly walked out of the house, careful not to look at it. She didn't want to remember anything that went on it that. She was going to make herself new memories she was going to keep.
She left her belongings behind in the process. Molly left and walked down her deluded road with nothing but a sledgehammer. Was that because she foolishly thought that she didn't need it, or was she in such a bad condition she couldn't even remember it? She didn't seem to care either way.
((Molly McKenzie continued in The Seagull)
That was perfect. That was what she needed (not). They surely couldn't see her. That meant that they had no idea they were walking right towards her. Good. Molly, through the sudden excitement and adrenaline in her body, had only just realised that her mouth was curled up in a teeth-bared smirk, even though she...didn't feel any sort of identifiable emotion? Oh fine, whatever. She was in no mind to think about anything else then those ringing footsteps that seemed to take up her entire world.
And when they came, Molly closed her eyes, feeling something that must have been fear. She ran up. She raised her sledgehammer, and hit someone. Molly felt the sledgehammer sink more and more into them, until the sledgehammer was down at the ground. Molly had hit so hard, whoever she hit must be dead, right? They must be a heap of infectious colours on the ground, right?!
Molly opened her eyes, and screamed.
It wasn't because of the sight before her, no. It was the lack of a sight. There was no blood, no body. No body was there. There never was anyone, Molly realised a few seconds after she stopped screaming in fear she would get someone's attention. No one ever came into the house, she had never hit anything.
All of that was just a now crumbling delusion of that Queen Bee. Molly could barely breathe, she felt faint. Slowly climbing down the stairs, avoiding what areas would have been stained in guts if she had actually hit someone that existed, Molly collapsed against the frame of the front door as soon as she got there. She didn't dare look back.
She wasn't mad, she wasn't a psycho. No, everyone made mistakes, right? No, that never happened. She wouldn't let something like that happen. Just forget it, just recall the things she actually wanted to recall. Nothing came up. That was fine. She wasn't going to stay here, she didn't deserve to be here. She was going to go home, even if everyone else couldn't as a price. She couldn't stay here, she needed to start her red road back to Britain, and she needed to follow it all the way if she was going to make it. An arrogant hare who stayed behind for breaks and thought it'll still win anyways was a worthless animal. She wasn't that. She wasn't going to look back.
Following a self-made trail, Molly walked out of the house, careful not to look at it. She didn't want to remember anything that went on it that. She was going to make herself new memories she was going to keep.
She left her belongings behind in the process. Molly left and walked down her deluded road with nothing but a sledgehammer. Was that because she foolishly thought that she didn't need it, or was she in such a bad condition she couldn't even remember it? She didn't seem to care either way.
((Molly McKenzie continued in The Seagull)