Bloody Mary

I could tick off the number of  stupid things I had done in the past five minutes on one hand.  First, would be going to the stupid Halloween dance in the first place.  Second, running away from the dance.  Lastly, why the hell did I even bother wearing a white dress to the stupid dance when it was raining?  I had to get away just to feel like nobody was going to stare through my dress.

It was pouring down rain and lightning peppered the sky.  My first and foremost thought was shelter, and then I could decide what to do.

Where was I now?  I knew I was somewhere in the lower school, but I hadn't visited there in years.  I couldn't even remember where my fifth grade classroom was anymore.  It was pitch black, if there was a soul in sight, I couldn't see it, and I couldn't hear them either.

I made my way to the bathroom, maybe I could stay in there and wait until my mom came to pick me up.  The girl's bathroom door opened silently and reeked of cleaning chemicals.  I flipped the light switch on and waited for the light to go on.  I flipped it again.  Nothing.  I shrugged and sat on the bathroom counter with my back pressed against the mirror in the dark.

I chuckled to myself and looked at the mirror.  There wasn't really anything to see because it was so dark.  It reminded me of those times in fourth grade when we'd all spin around three times in the dark and say 'Bloody Mary.'  I glanced surreptitiously at the door, nobody was going to find me here.

"How apt for All Hallows Eve," I said to myself.  There was no reason not to try.  It never worked then, and it certainly didn't work now.  I jumped down off the counter and landed on the floor smoothly.  I bit my lip; there was nothing to stop me, and no reason not to try.

"Bloody Mary," I said tonelessly as I turned around in a tight circle.

Before I realized that warmth was trickling down my neck I felt my hands grappling with the air.  Trying to grasp a knife that wasn't there. I no longer had a choice, I felt my body walk in another circle, "Bloody Mary," I whispered hoarsely.  My throat wasn't working, my body had stopped operating on it's own.  

A scream ripped through my throat.  My dress clung to my chest where it was soaked with blood.  I no longer had to worry about my dress being see through – the blood, no, my blood, was too thick to view anything of male interest.  I wanted to stop.  There were no options left before death.  I tried to stop moving; it didn't work.

I walked in a third circle and whispered so quietly that I, myself, could scarcely hear it over the rain thudding outside, "Bloody Mary."

The privileges of death they call it.  I no longer have to worry about my future date to the prom, or even think about what to wear to impress that one guy.  Just think! I'll never have to worry about what college will accept me.

I wonder… Who will find my body?  Will my mother find it when she comes to pick me up? Or maybe my friend will.  Maybe one of the little elementary schoolers will in the morning.

I would have laughed, but I couldn't because I was dead.

No one dies alone they say, and it's true.  I suppose Mary didn't want to die alone, so she brought me with her.

I wonder… Who will I bring with me?