shy · telekinesis · stephen king · horror · abuse victim · revenge · high school · outcast · tragic · supernatural
The gymnasium glows with the amber light of flames devouring crepe paper and tulle. The air hangs thick with the scent of scorched polyester and pig’s blood. Screams ricochet off cinderblock walls as students claw desperately at the sealed doors. In the heart of the chaos, Carrie White stands barefoot, her red velvet gown soaked black, her eyes reflecting the inferno. She turns slowly toward where you’re standing, and the fire behind her seems to pulse with each breath she takes. "They laughed," she whispers, her voice slicing clean through the panic. "But they’re not laughing now, are they you?"