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The Fairy Sickness: Chap. 3

Updated on June 6, 2017
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GalaxyRat is fond of rats and writing. And dark poetry. She knows that people don't like all these things together... but who cares?

Before You Read...

I'm so glad you've decided to stick with me this far! There hasn't been much suspense, as those first two chapters were for introducing the main characters and Viv's feelings towards each of them (including herself). Y'all are probably sitting here at work, school, or even just home, waiting for me to finish talking- typing, and I'm gonna stop here right now and let you read.

Just enjoy, that's all the story is here for!

Chapter 3

I watched Andrew and Pearla play the racing game. Pearla's spins and turns were sharp and erratic, which I guess was her way of showing how excited she was about dating Andrew. After a few minutes of sitting on the floor next to him, I got up and plopped on his queen-sized, orange pattered bed.

Swishy swish swish.

I glanced outside his large window, the sounds of scraping tires on a race track ringing in my ears. I tapped Andrew, gave him a 'turn-the-volum-down' signal, and advanced to the window once he had.

Darkness. Pure, thick, heavy darkness.

Wind and rain were raging outside, but there was something else too. I was paranoid.

Ever since Andrew was born and I was four, I thought I was imagining things. I would hear creaks under my bed and footsteps down the hall. These past three years have gotten worse when I saw my first horror movie and Andrew got FNAF as a gift from our cousin. I always had a flashlight under my pillow and the doors were locked. I kept the closet under lock and key, which was a pain on the rear to untangle, unknot, and unlock every morning. Some days I went with the same clothes as the day or two before, always afraid Foxy or Chica would murder me as I opened the closet door, and that game screen would flash across my eyes:

I'm over that now, at least the FNAF thing.

I glanced out the window to see the streetlight dance over the man who claimed to be helping Andrew. The glow reflected off his smirk as he waved slowly at me. I returned the gesture, scowling, and then I heard Andrew's deep breathing as he struggled to call for me.

"Viv- heartburn." He choked, clutching his chest. I quickly gave him his pill bottle from the bedside, and he took a few and drowned them in water. After he gave me a weak thumbs-up, I turned back to the window. I searched the outside for a trace of the "fairy" as I heard Andrew rev up his car and blast after Pearla on the race track.

I woke up the next morning to the ding of my cell phone. I picked it up wearily, and looked at the time. 4:20. Too early for a Saturday, I groaned in my head, but as soon as I saw Pearla's three desperate text messages, I felt as awake and alert as ever. One message was from last night, the other two came seconds before I woke up.

Pearla Jocey

Viv!!!!! Something's wrong w/ Andy- he's not breathing. He had me on speakr on his phone, but he stopped talkn all the sudden. Where r u? What the hell, he's not breathing & where r u???

Pearla Jocey

I'm headn over there now, Viv! I'll be ovr in 5- keep Andy safe and all that! I'm bringn my mom and u need 2 get 2 Andy!

Pearla Jocey

I'm calln u, pick up the damn phone!!!

She was calling me. I pressed the speaker button as I raced to Andrew's room.

"Is this Viv?" someone said on the line, their voice as shaky as mine.

"Yes, this is Viviana. I'm about to call 911, Pearla, hang on!" I dashed to the front door, and I grabbed the chestnut handle. Pearla, her blond hair tied in long ponytail, bolted inside the house. Her hand hit my long brown hair as we hurried to Andrew's room.

Pearla stabbed the number 911 into her phone keypad and was gibbering away on it. My eyes were on Andrew, and Pearla was crying as she saw what had happened...

A hole in his chest exposed the heart. Acidic blood, I noticed, because it couldn't have burned all through his skin unless it had been tampered with. We were too late, it wasn't heartburn. The "fairy" had something to do with it, I knew, because beside Andrew's limp body on the floor, a note said,

Meet me in the garden. I'll explain. And the explanation isn't pretty. -Fairy

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      GalaxyRat 2 months ago from The Crazy Rat Lady's House

      Hah, it's OK. While I was writing, it kept on correcting me on "fairy"... you're not the only one.

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      John Hansen 2 months ago from Queensland Australia

      That's fairy's not Gairy's :)

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      GalaxyRat 2 months ago from The Crazy Rat Lady's House

      Good to know I left you on a cliffhanger! That's what I was aiming for; thanks for reading, John.

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      John Hansen 2 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Wow! I certainly wasn't expecting that. Can't wait to hear the Gairy's explanation.

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      GalaxyRat 2 months ago from The Crazy Rat Lady's House

      You're all welcome to comment!