\\devil with the black dress on//
\\my scooby gang//
The commotion started as I walked through the halls on my way to class. Mixed
whispers of “Is that Sydney, Cordelia’s sister?” and “That poor thing,” wreaked a chilling,haunting havoc with my ears. I shut out the noises and continued to push my way through the thick crowds.
I didn’t need anybody’s pity, and I didn’t want to answer the antagonizing
questions that people pestered me with day in and day out. I had finally been able to gain
back the courage to return and walk my high school halls. Frightening memories flooded
back at odd moments, leaving me paralyzed and sobbing.
Permanent memories were charred into my mind. Nothing could erase the stinging
and chill-inducing scenes and sounds that played in my mind like a jumbled movie reel. In
this movie there was a scattered beginning, a fuzzy middle, and there will never be an end.
Important events were laced with emotions and the terrifying sounds that make up the
movie’s soundtrack. Even with this evidence, I will never find the missing key to crack
the case. I’m missing the one detail that connects the thread of the story.
However, this will always remain a mystery, because the missing link is dead.
Four Months Earlier-September, 2002
My idol. She always has been, and I thought she always would be. She
was the only one to understand me for she had been through it all before.
Moreover, she was everything I aspired to become: pretty, popular, and
absolutely perfect. She was my sister. I often imagined how my life would be
when I was her age, comparing myself to her, competition often arising in the
very fiber of my being. I had a lot to live up to.
Cordelia, being well-like by everyone, was respected by both staff and
students and school. However, everyone had his or her dirty, little secrets, their
burning desires, their jealous tendencies. And some people would do anything
to make their innermost fantasies come true.
Even drive Cordelia mad.
“I told her that her shoes were so passé, making sure she knew who was better.”
Larissa finished the play-by-play of her latest take-down with Cordelia. We all laughed.
I felt guilt and remorse boiling in the pit of my stomach. The other three girls around us
were exactly the same as Larrisa: Colgate smiles, golden blonde locks, and shining blue
eyes. Their images were identical, even down to the girly giggles they emitted every few
seconds. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, mentally scolding myself, wondering how I
allowed myself to associate with such air-heads.
Inside, I knew why, though. I had to protect my sister from the plan set to corrupt
her. I had to do my duty and repay all I owed Cordelia.
We left the bench we occupied and walked down the noisy halls. As usual, Larissa
droned on about how she was going to ruin Cordelia’s popularity. Not knowing it was
possible, I felt even sicker. I took a deep breath, squeezed my eyes shut, and when I
opened them, Cordelia and her friends were right in front of us. Larrisa strutted over to
the girls and glared at Cordelia’s friends. They backed off, giving the younger girl space.
“Hey, Larrisa. Did you need something?” Cordelia flashed her million-dollar smile.
She was being sincere; nothing could bring my sister down.
“Actually, now that you mention it, there was something,” Larissa said, as though
she was contemplating it. “But I think it can wait. You’ll hear about it soon anyway.”
Larissa turned and walked away, her bubbly minions following close behind.
Cordelia looked towards me, perplexed. I mirrored her bewilderment, shrugging.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the bell cut me off, forcing the students to trudge
back to class.
“Syd, wait here after class. I might be late, but don’t worry, okay?”
I nodded my agreement, and lazily headed to class.
I couldn’t remember anything from class. I was still trying to decipher what
Larissa meant earlier, but it was impossible to concentrate with the teacher lecturing and
students whispering. The only noise in my head was a bit of a whisper I caught from two
boys who sat behind me. “Yeah, and I heard she gives it up for the whole football team
after games.” His buddy responded with a chuckle, “We should join the football team.”
The conversation seemed to be stuck on repeat, but I brushed any inkling of bad away,
figuring boys will be boys.
The hallway was barren when I sat down on the edge of the bench near the back
doors. Hoping Cordelia wouldn’t take long, a voice caught my attention. It belonged to
Naomi, one of Larissa’s little lemmings.
“Big deal. Poor Sydney.” The comment dripped with sarcasm and fringed on
My head snapped in the direction the voice was coming from. Naomi and Angie,
another tag-along, walked towards me. Their expression switched from mocking to
sugar-coated sincerity the moment they saw me. Both of them flashed me I’m-so-sorry
smiles. Something horrible had happened, and I knew I was in the middle of it.
As the two blondes disappeared around the next corner, I heard heavy footsteps
and whimpering from the same direction.
I dared a glance that way and gasped with alarm
and trepidation, The mascara-streaked, tear-drenched face belonged to my beloved sister.
Having never seen her cry in such a long time, it made my stomach tie in knots and my
eyes well up.
My voice caught in my throat. “What happened?” I managed to squeak out.
She seemed lost for words. Biting her lower lip with eyes downcast, she stood there and
shook, violent tremors swimming through her body. I persisted, “Cordelia, what
Her eyes flicked upward and she looked me straight in the eyes. Her voice was full
of anger and determination. “Let’s go home.” She stormed past me through the metal
double-doors and out into the freezing rain. I ran after her, following her to her car. Ijumped inside, wishing she would tell me what had happened. She never did.
At school the next day, the tension between Larissa and Cordelia was thick enough
to sear with a knife. Students buzzed through the halls, gossiping about how Larissa had
finally won; that it was about time someone shoved Cordelia off her pedestal. As I
glanced around at others, they seemed nonchalant, knowing this happened every day
amongst teens. I, however, was skeptical, as Cordelia hadn’t spoken a word to me since
we left school the day before.
During third period, Larrisa, her friends and I had a study block along with older
students, which included Cordelia. All I can remember seeing from this point on was just
after I walked into the library. Before I could even open my book, I was shoved to the
ground, my face imprinting the rough carpet. My eyes were closed tight, but my other
senses were well aware of the situation surrounding me.
Blood-curdling screams reverberated through the always-silent library. My ears
were ringing from the sounds of gun blasts. I counted four, but it was hard to tell through
all the commotion. The room fell silent, save for heavy breathing and the off-beat
whimpering of frightened students.
Trying to get a look at the destruction that had been caused, I eased my body
slowly off the floor. Immediately, another shot went off, and a warm and sticky fluid
splattered all over my back. A tangy, metallic smell filled my nostrils and I almost passed
out when I realized what it was.
I yelped as a limp thud sounded directly in front of my head. Gaining the courage to open my eyes, I gagged when a horrific sight filled my eyes.
The first four victims were blonde and bloody; Larissa, Angie, Naomi, and Kaite. I
already knew who the fifth was, but I couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t bring myself to accept
that my idol wasn’t as perfect as I imagined her to be.
Shuddering and numb, I collapsed to the floor. I sat through the paramedics trying
to save the five young girls; I sat in shock and horror as the coroner zipped the bodies into
white bags. I felt as though I had lost consciousness, that my soul had escaped. Nothing
felt real for hours, even days.
Insanity is a mind-set no one will ever understand, its cause, its form or
even its ending. It often drives the minds of humanity to a place they will
never return from. However, warning signs often appear, whether they be
enormous or as subtle as possible. Unfortunately, we’re all too wrapped up in
our own problems to realize what is unfolding. I have watched someone take
this ride, and even my reasoning for understanding will never be correct
because to step into the mind of a psychopath would mean to step into the jaws
of utter chaos itself.