Sweet Justice

Swan River, at the chocolate factory with my family. Palms sweaty. I don’t like family outings. My knees buckling as I watch my father in line, ordering more and more. Two boys. They’re behind me. They poke. Come this way nerd. I… follow. Eyes darting. Where are they taking me? Bam. My heels in the air as I plunge deep. It’s warm. Sticky. I begin to drown. Chocolate? Gasping I come to. My father giving me CPR. Chocolate mixed with blood hurdling out my lungs. I’m home now. 3am. I feel so nauseous. Furious. I vomit. The sugar rush makes me dizzy. Delirious I stumble into the hallway. Stumbling I smash my mirror. Why me! I wasn’t bothering them! Pixelating vision I feel my body heating up. Maybe the nausea. Maybe… Blackout. I lie in bed watching the news. Teenagers have been hung. How horrible. 2 boys aged 15 brutally beaten, hung like pinatas. Their feet surrounded by candy wrappers. Can’t trust anyone. Tuesday 6am. I’ve been vomiting for 7 days. The news hits. Bloodied images flood my screen. More teenagers. Eshays. Hung up with wrappers at their feet. What a sicko. One photo steals the spotlight. The guy. They got a photo of him… or it? He’s hideous. Slimy, piercing eyes… dirty? He’s covered in …mud? Yet… he’s huge. Like a yeti. Wrappers all over. More video footage. The creature lifting boys above his head like stuffed toys. Snap. Their necks gone like chicken bones. All the victims. Teenage boys? I better stay home. My stomach nauseous. I better sleep. Rolling over I hear a crunch. My pocket? I pull it out and... gasp. A candy wrapper? My head spinning out of control. I haven’t left the house all week? My stomach cries. Head foggy…wait, did I...? Blackout.