THE
PANDEMONIUM
‘You will never amount to anything you are a fat disgusting human
being. Your acting skills are a joke the and you dance like a frog in a blender!
You are lucky I can’t kick you out of my club!’ Sarah could still hear her
drama teacher’s words as she turned and tossed in the pancake of sponge they
called a mattress. The cold metallic rims of her bed prodded through her love
handles and her bunkmates’ snoring further agonised her. It had been a horrible
day but no different from her days in Mt Sinai high school, a prestigious national
school. She was the envy of her peers, if only they knew. Hell was not enough
to describe her time there. She was surrounded by fake bitchy people, the
wannabees and that drama teacher. Mr. Owen. She hated him. She hated him for
constantly humiliating her in front of her drama team and the whole school. He
made it clear for anybody who cared to listen how much he hated her. She had
joined drama club to escape her misery, little had she known she had jumped
from the frying pan into a volcano of boiling lava .she hated how people stared
at her as she walked by head hung low and shoulders hunched, how her name was
constantly on the mouths of her schoolmates. Sarah was an angry girl; her anger
was so fiery that it could melt hell and burn Satan too.’ I will show them,
that stupid drama teacher and his posy of posers .I will show them what am
capable of.’ she thought with half a snarl as she drifted into slumber.
Sarah was woken up by the raging voice of her form four bunkmate
demanding for water.’ Get it yourself!’ she shouted back. She was sick of that
girl making her her own personal underling. She could hear her fellow dorm
mates gasp in horror. ‘Sarah must have a death wish!’ she heard someone whisper.
Her bunk mate Linda, was a 'Tres Bitch' or 'Queen Bitch' if you please. She
could make your life a horrendous nightmare and everyone knew better than to cross
her. Even the teachers were terrified of her, not just because she was a
morbidly overweight irate girl but also because her father was a very high-ranking
person in government and one phone call to daddy dearest could leave you out in
the street cold and scavenging for leftovers. Literally .Legend had it that a
teacher dared cross her and she was never heard from again.’
‘Did you just try and insubordination the queen bee? ‘Linda bellowed.’
Actually its insubordinate smart ass.’Sarah piped back. She was on a roll,
Linda would know better after she was through with her. ’How dare you?’Linda
said her puffy face red with anger. Before Sarah could reply Linda’s colossal
hand landed on her face, sending her reeling across the floor, ringing sounds
in her ear. Before she could even process the pain her attacker yanked her hair
and smacked her again. Sarah had had enough, enough of the bullying and snarky
comments. Fueled by blinding fury she grabbed her pair of scissors from her
locker and lunged at Linda stabbing her in the stomach. Her vision now blurred
in bloody ecstasy, she slashed Linda’s hand as the other lasses screamed in shock.
Linda landed on the ground sending an
earthquake all over the school. Sarah’s vision suddenly cleared. She looked
around chaos,panic,disorder. A pandemonium! It became apparent what she had
done, her bloody hands, the sharp scissors in her hand and Linda lying on the
ground writhing in pain . She had almost
killed Linda! It was nauseating. Her head spun.Her mouth dropped and the
ringing sound in her ear got louder. She had not meant to hurt Linda; she
dropped to the ground in utter anguish waiting for the mob that had now
gathered around her to maul her. They were girls everywhere, some screaming,
some baying for Sarah’s blood some trying their first aid skills and others
trying to lift the mammoth that was Linda. In panic Sarah decided to make a run
for it, but the mob would have none of it, they grabbed her and rained blows
and kicks on her.’ Stop! She had the all familiar voice of the principal as her
vision got blurred, she could taste her blood and everything went black.
When Sarah came to, her nose was assaulted by the acrid smell of the
hospital sanitizer, her hand shackled to the hospital bed, her mother weeping quietly
beside her bed. The chaotic memories of what had had transpired that morning
came to her as she stared at her foot that had been slung above her bed.
Looking around, she saw a policeman outside her door.’ This has to be a
nightmare’ she thought to herself as she closed her eyes ones again drifting
into a sedated slumber….
To be Continued