Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9584883-20150218152507

Ok Creeps, here is a revised version of this idea I had. Again, just the opening scene of the story. I think it will shape into something awesome. Don't take it too seriously... It's a B-movie in pasta form. Enjoy it for what it is.



 “The Bitch is Back”

I woke up in darkness. The space all around me was walled in so that I couldn’t even raise my arms in front of me. There was no air to breathe, just darkness. What the fuck?! I began to panic…. Why was I lying down? Yeah, I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now.. cut me some slack, I’m just a 17 year old cheerleader…. Or was anyway, the hottest one on the squad. Yes sir, I was buried six feet under. Now the next obvious questions are “Was I buried alive or was I already dead” and “Why was I, the Captain of the cheerleading team buried six feet under ground? Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just feeling so sorry for me right now right? I’ll bet you’re just so smug there thinking Stuck-up cheerleader probably got what she deserved.”   I didn’t ask for this. It just… happened. I’m coming to terms with it. Truth be told, it was a little fuzzy at first. When I woke up the memories came flooding back… Pieces to a puzzle. I saw the guys who grabbed me and pulled me into the molesto-van. I remember the pain, the tearing, the blood and the rage. Most of all, I remember thinking “I want my Mom to take my pain away. Please Mommy!”   Yeah, I know…. Coolness points out the window but no matter how tough you are, you always wish for your Mother in the end. From what I gathered, I was Dead. I had been kidnapped, raped and strangled in the back of a smelly old van. I was left in an underground tunnel under a highway, like someone’s trash. This was not how my life was supposed to turn out. I was supposed to go to college, get married, have two kids and a cute little dog… I was supposed to be the fucking prom queen. Instead, I became just another statistic. A victim of lust at the hands of a few of my fellow Gardendale High classmates. Another tragic death…. And I was fucking pissed! If I was dead, then I couldn’t return to my parents. Or my little brother (or little bother as I referred to him). There was my click. We were the fab four. At Gardendale High, we were Gods. Everyone wanted to be us… sometimes I would wear something ridiculous just to see if anyone else would copy me and wear the same thing, like it was the new fashion. They always did. Then there was Orion, my boyfriend. He was beautiful and athletic, Quarterback and Captain of the football team. We were a match made in Heaven. How could I return to them all? Besides, I probably looked like hell anyway. All The Walking Dead and shit. Or so I thought… When I really got a good look at myself later on, I realized that I was a pretty fucking hot corpse. By the way, nails and hair continue to grow even after death… Awesome right?! It was when the full memory came back to me along with all the pain that I heard a woman’s voice. Lying there in what was obviously my coffin. “Tessa, you are being given a chance to right the wrongs done to you. You now hold the memory, the fire. I grant you the gift of resurrection to punish those responsible for your untimely death.” I could not speak. I tried but nothing came out. I tried and tried to spit out one word.. one question.. “G..G..G..GOD?” I had the feeling that whoever this was didn’t need to hear my voice to know my question. “No, not God. Nothing can hurt you now. You will feel no pain and cannot die until you finish your task… Revenge.” I thought my next question instead of speaking “But what about my family? I need to see them!” “No, it’s best they don’t see you. They wouldn’t understand. You’ve been gone for 3 months now. Tessa, you have been given a rare gift. Use it. Your life is over. Your death has just begun. You have a chance to take revenge on the boys who took it all away from you. First you must prove how much you want it. You must free yourself from this grave” the woman said. I couldn’t see her in the darkness but her voice was as real as a heart attack. As if she were lying next to me, all around me. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“You have 3 days to set the wrong things right. Then you must return to me and move on to the afterlife” she said. “The first name is Billy Jackson, a classmate of yours. Start with him.” <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Billy Jackson… I had heard that name before at school. Probably just a nobody. Just another looser who wanted me and didn’t have the balls to talk to me. No! Instead this mother fucker decides to kidnap me, rape me and murder me. Oh, his ass was mine now! I own them all now! They are dead and don’t even know it yet. I’m the last thing you will see smiling over your dying punk asses before I send you to hell. You thought I was hell on wheels when I was alive? Honey, the Devil doesn’t have shit on me! Look out fuckers…. I’m Tessa, your beautiful disaster. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The Bitch…. is Back. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Revenge is a dish best served cold”   

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">                                                      -Old kingdom proverb.

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