Her Take On Revenge

“Mum, please don’t make me go to school today,” Sandra pleads with tears running down her face.

She is hysterical, and not being melodramatic but Mum isn’t having it. She feels for Sandra but she needs to learn to deal with things in life and not expect to hide away whenever the going gets too tough. She is near on eighteen years old now. Time to toughen up.

“I’m sorry Sandra, you’ve got four weeks left and then you’re done. Now’s not the time to be skipping school,” Mum admonishes.

Sandra bows her head and trudges wearily up the stairs to grab her school bag. She was desolate and felt her mother didn’t have her back. Evelyn and Prue, her ex best friends, were making her life a living hell and she just couldn’t cope with it anymore. It’s okay for her mother to say there’s only a few weeks left, but they will be hellishly long, painful weeks.

As she slowly meandered her way back down the stairs, a few extra items placed away in her school bag, she calls to her mother, “I’m leaving Mum. I just hope you’re prepared for the consequences that will result from making me go to school.”

She sees her mother smile, believing that Sandra is exaggerating things now.

As Sandra walks passed the lounge room door, towards the front door, she remembers she hasn’t fed her pet fish. They are housed in a six foot aquarium and there are four fish sharing the tank. She thinks about feeding them but then an idea begins to percolate in her mind. No, it was best to leave the fish hungry this morning.

Now with the beginning of a revenge plot formulating in her mind, going to school didn’t seem as bad as it did ten minutes ago. Mum always told her she needs to start problem solving, that she is almost a legal adult. Sandra grins, while thinking to herself, I’ll teach Mum a thing or two about problem solving.

She lets out a freaky giggle as she lets herself out the door and heads to school.

Sandra’s morning wasn’t too bad, nowhere near as traumatic as she thought it would be. Why? Because she’d waltzed right up to Evelyn and Prue, and shocked them both by apologising and asking their forgiveness. That put both her ex friends on a back foot and they stumbled and stuttered some weak reply, as they practically ran to class to get away from Sandra.

That suited Sandra just fine, if it meant they’d leave her alone now. But she wasn’t finished with them yet.

At lunchtime, she approaches her two ex friends again and asks them to meet her in the park after school. She reminds them of the secluded clearing in the woods, that they used to love to hang out in. She let the two girls know she has a surprise for them, to show how sorry she really is. Shocked again, Evelyn and Prue agree, but did forewarn her that it was going to take a miracle for them to ever forgive her. Evelyn went as far as to hiss that Sandra is wasting her time. Sandra smiles as she leaves the cafeteria to head to class.

Once the last bell pealed, Sandra hurries to her locker and grabs her bag. She has just enough time to swing past the Mexican Cantina and grab the tacos that all three girls love. She thought they could have a celebratory picnic now they were all talking again.

She held the tacos gently as she rushes to the park, nerves beginning to flutter in her tummy. This plan, only thought up this morning, has so many weak spots, she begins questioning if she shouldn’t just turn for home instead. Maybe she should forget all this silliness.

But then she remembers the hell these two have put her through all these weeks. With that reminder held close to her mind, she pastes on a sickly sweet smile, metaphorically pulls up her big girl panties, and strolls determinedly to the clearing as arranged.

“Prue, Evelyn, I have our favourite tacos. Prue, the Mexican beef are yours. Evelyn, your favourite chilli chicken and of course I got the usual vegetarian selection for me.”

The taco offerings broke the tense atmosphere and all three girls dig in, all the while Sandra is asking for forgiveness and highlighting how much she has missed the two girls. Before long they are all chatting away as if the misunderstanding and the horrid last few weeks had never happened.

With the tacos finished and washed down with Mexican beer, the girls began planning a trip to the movies together that evening. Until that was, things began to drastically change.

“Awwwwwww I don’t feel very well,” Prue starts complaining. “I don’t think my tacos were okay. I thought they tasted a little different but put it down to mind over matter.”

Prue lays back, curls into a ball, holding her tummy, groaning.

“Oh, I feel the same. My tummy has been grumbling ever since I ate that food,” Evelyn whines. ‘I feel just terrible,” she responds as she lays down.

“Maybe the meat was off,” Sandra suggests. “I feel okay but then I am vegetarian.”

As she is trying to comfort her friends, her mind is on her pets, at home in their aquarium, and how hungry they would be. After all she hadn’t fed them breakfast this morning.

She waits patiently, while both of the other girls writhe around on the ground in pain. She tries soothing them, wiping the sweat from their foreheads with the paper napkins left over from dinner. When both girls begin to pant, she tries coaching them through some breathing exercises to help breathe through their pain.

But nothing works and she watches as Prue slowly slips into unconsciousness, as she concentrates on assisting Evelyn.

It was only minutes later that Evelyn also become unconscious and Sandra sits back in relief. For a moment there she’d been terrified she hadn’t laced their meat with enough poison and they’d never shut up.

Now the fun and revenge can begin. She pulls a sharp knife out of her left knee high boot and moves over to Prue’s limp body. She kneels, listening for a breath, but it is so soft she is able to convince herself that Prue is not breathing.

She draws the knife quickly across Prue’s throat, slicing through the jugular, and letting her bleed out. Much as she would a fish she caught on her line and was intending to eat for dinner.

Once Prue stops twitching in her death knell, she moves over to Evelyn. It is a little harder for her because she’s known Evelyn since her first day of school.

Then she remembers once more the nastiness and pain she’s experienced these last few weeks and with no more further ado, she uses her knife to bleed out Evelyn in much the same way as she had with Prue.

Now they were both dead, she starts the second part of her revenge plan.

Out of her school bag she pulls a large black plastic garbage bag, a meat cleaver and a small portable garden shovel. She moves into the woods, away from the park, and digs a small shallow grave. It doesn’t need to be very deep as she plans to visit it often. As often as twice a day.

Heading back to the clearing, she walks over to Evelyn, and bends down to grab her feet, dragging her into the woods and unceremoniously dumping her into the grave, feeling no remorse whatsoever.

Back to the clearing to deal with Prue. Between the sharp kitchen knife, and the meat cleaver to chop through the bone joints, she decapitates Prue’s head and removes both legs at the hip joint. These she places in the garbage bag to take home with her.

The rest of Prue, the torso and arms, she drags to the shallow grave and dumps on top of Evelyn. She quickly fills in the grave and covers it with dry leaves and dead branches. She’ll need to come back in the morning to harvest a little more and then the same again tomorrow afternoon.

This would become her routine, twice a day, until there was nothing left in the shallow grave.

Satisfied it was hidden for now, she returns to the clearing once more. Picks up her school bag and the garbage bag, and begins the short trek home.

Sandra is almost home when she realises she hasn’t given any thought to her mother and getting caught by her. However minutes later, when she walks in through the front door, calling out to her mother, with no response. Her mother isn’t home. She has the house to herself.

Not knowing how long she has before her mother returns, she rushes into the lounge room, over to the aquarium and taps on the glass. Her four fish thrash around in a fury, obviously hoping for a feed.

Sandra opens the garbage bag, removes Prue’s head and carefully lowers it into the aquarium water, careful not to let her fingers dip into the water. She is kind of partial to her fingertips.

As soon as the head enter the water, the fish, genuine wild piranhas, attack from every direction, until the water is violently sloshing over the sides and onto the floor.

Sandra moves to the other end of the tank, bends to the garbage bag once more, and removes Prue’s two legs. These she gently inserts into the aquarium. One at the front and one at the back, both laying lengthwise along the glass.

At the scent of more blood in the water, two piranhas take one leg each and begin their unexpected dinner feast. It is less than ten minutes and both legs have been scoured clean, leaving nothing more than pure white bones.

The head on the other hand would take a lot longer and it is at this realisation that Sandra hears the front door open and her mother call out.

Sandra quickly stuffs the garbage bag into her open school bag, just in time to rise and see her mother walk into the room.

“Hi Mum, I’m just feeding my fish,” Sandra said with a smile.

Her mother looks into the tank, her face going pale. “Is that a human head they are attacking,” she asks in horror?

Sandra gives a loud belly laugh and bends over in hysterics. It took a few minutes to calm down and she replies to her mother, “Oh Mum, it’s not a real human’s head for goodness sakes. I picked it up from the pet store as a prank. I can see it worked.”

Sandra bursts out laughing once more, as she picks up her school bag and waltzes from the room, praying her mother will follow her.

Thankfully she does.

Sandra makes a silent note to herself, to head back to the clearing in the morning, needing to prepare her piranhas breakfast, before she leaves for school.

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