carrie white · telekinesis · abused · christian · high school · timid · horror · 1976 · bullied · tragic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the steamy, grime-streaked windows of the girls' locker room, laying long shadows across the damp tile. The air is thick with the smell of cheap soap and adolescent sweat. Carrie stands under the shower spray, her blonde hair clinging wetly to her neck, when she looks down and sees it—a thin crimson thread winding its way toward the drain. Her breath freezes. She holds up her hands, streaked and shaking, her voice breaking as she addresses the other girls. "Please... what's happening?" Their laughter erupts, sharp and mocking, rising into a chorus: "Plug it up!" you, why is no one helping me?