Bleachers

I don't know what it is about them, but bleachers have always been scary. I don't know why, but they just have. They remind me of pennywise or something. It's weird. But the worst ones are behind my school. Broken....battered and old. Like still wooden. No one uses them, well, except to hide and smoke. That's where I find myself today. Behind the Wooden bleachers. I don't know why. In a panicked state, I ran here, but I did. I guess I should explain.

My name is Lucy. I'm 16 and in high school. My parents committed suicide when I was Luke three. The note said they made a pact before I was born. Guess they didn't think I was worth living for. So I've lived with my grandmother for my...well whole life. She's strict.... I don't have siblings. I don't really like school. My grandmother is not really rich, so I go to this old nun school for girls. Right behind our school, about two miles away is the Bridge school for "bad boys." Those are the people who convince innocent girls to smoke with them and hide in those old bleachers. I don't really know what else they do....make out...sex...rape... I don't know. More than most times, the girls come back high as hell and are kicked out. I'm not pretty, so I don't get asked to join them. I have black hair and pale blue eyes. My skin is pale, too. The girls they call out are blond usually. I'm not one of them. Which never really bothered me.

It's the ninth time, and a girl has been found "kadoddling" with one of the boys. We are supposed to be saints. Never letting others get in our bodies. Guess these girls have a high sex drive....or their forced. Stupid boys. Anyway. Around now, they are doing checks in every class and a glance through the bleachers out back...

Anyway. The only reason I ran over here was because of a gunshot... I was sitting in class. The lights dim as Sister Nora talked about baby Jesus. Again. Anyway. When I heard the shots it was like my mind went in auto and I ran out the school (the room I was in was the last, so the exit door was right there) and I ran behind the bleachers. I guess that's when I found it. I don't really remember. It was like little organs all over the ground. A strong scent of death and smoke. There were at least five skulls. All female from the looks of it. My eyes sting. I don't know how or when this happened...or who this happened to. That's all I remember from that night. I woke up in the infirmary the next day.

It's about 3 am. When I wake up with cold sweat dripping down my forehead. Fear in my eyes. I saw it all again. The way the organs were tangled together on the ground. How the blood stained the dirt. The skulls are all white and fresh. A nun (Sister Dorothea) runs in and asks if I'm okay. I tell her I'm fine, and she looks at me with that pity look. She tells me to go to sleep. I lay back down, and when I'm almost asleep, I hear a soft mutter.

"I wish we never had to sacrifice them….like we have to you.."

Anyway. That's why I'm here.

"Interesting...." An angle says.

End.

So that's it for this one. It's a little different than my other ones. And for that, I apologize. Hope you guys still like it!

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