George, my locker, was finally empty after a good five minutes of taking out the rest of my binders and some stray papers. He looked crystal clean and ready for the next school year. Too bad George doesn't know I'm not going to be able to join him next year.

Goodbye, George ol' buddy.

I lugged my stuffed and heavy backpack over my shoulder. Students started to dissipate from the hallway as I made my way over to Winnie and her disorganized locker. She grabbed a month old, stale muffin and unfinished homework from the bottom shelf. I took the trash off of her hands and put it in the garbage can as we rounded the corner.

"What are we gonna do this Summer?" I asked once we were nearing the front exit.

"I was just gonna binge watch Netflix with you while avoiding my Summer work until the last minute."

"That does sound like a plan."

Winnie and I pushed open the school's front doors and entered the warm sunlight. People were pushing and shoving in order to get on the bus and go home for their three month vacation. Instead we just took our time making our way toward the bus lot.

"Why don't I come over la—"

My words were cut off when someone grabbed onto my backpack and pulled me to the ground. I stumbled but quickly recovered and kept myself from falling onto the pavement. Ally just laughed at my clumsy attempt at composing myself. The mischievous glint in her eye didn't go unnoticed by me and those around me. It almost made me sick to return her hateful gaze.

"I've had enough, slut. I'm leaving this place, I'm going to a prestigious school down in New York City. That means that today I can do whatever I want and get away with it too. Do you wanna know what I did to Mute Maggot and that other freak?" Ally spat.

I froze in my tracks. I wasn't drinking anything, but if I was, I would've spit out all the contents in my mouth onto Ally.

Winnie broke me out of my trance when she answered. "What did you do to Olive and Fiona?"

"You should've seen the Maggot's face. She was mortified. She cried. Can you believe that? She cried like a baby. It was the funniest thing. All I did was tear her favorite book to shreds; she didn't take it very well," Ally continued to smirk.

"You're a psycho!" Win practically screamed.

"What about Fiona?" I somehow managed to choke out.

"Haven't seen her since third period. Have you, by any chance, been in the bathroom today?"

By now, a small crowd was starting to form around Winnie, Ally, and I. Others must've heard our not very quiet argument. As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone's faces paled. I felt a wave of nausea overcome me. I knew my face must've been the same hue as the pieces of paper that I had just taken out of George. I was the definition of terrified.

Why is she telling us this?

"If I'm correct, she's still locked in the bathroom supply closet. Right, Hanna?"

I hadn't even noticed that Hanna was standing behind Ally until then. She looked like she just wanted to disappear right then and there. I could see the remorse written all over her face. Hanna regretted what she had done, but she can't change the past. 

"Why does that matter?" Winnie was seething with anger.

"I see you haven't figured out the pattern yet. I hurt them because I can get away with it," she continued to sickly smile. "The teachers are at their party and the bus drivers don't care. I can do whatever I want. I had my fun with the other freaks. Now I'm going to have my fun with you."

Dozens of gazes landed on me. Ally's manicured pointer finger was jabbed in my direction. My wide eyed stare poured into her power hungry orbs. 

Before I could make another move, a cooler's contents were dumped on my head. A freezing cold liquid soaked through my t-shirt and shorts. My hair was completely soaked and felt like a mop on my head. My nose was filled with a fruity scent; it wasn't especially strong, but the juice scent was prominent. I raised my shaking hands up only to find them covered in a red substance.

"Did you—did you just Carrie me?" I asked, my voice was clearly shaking.

"What did you just pour on my best friend?" Winnie demanded, her anger only growing as Ally's scheme continued.

"It's only Kool-Aid. Good luck scrubbing that out, slut," her words were laced with venom and hatred.

Seeing as her shenanigans were done with, Ally proceeded to give me one last smirk before turning her heel and leaving. I, on the other hand, had a different plan.

"I've had enough, Ally!"

This entire time I've been sitting back and just taking what Ally had been giving me. Up until Ally had tried to walk away, I had been in a state of shock and fear. Anger shot through my veins like it never had before. I was practically seeing red by the time I called out to the bully. Rage had overcome me. It felt as if I was in another memory, I was only watching what happened before me with no control whatsoever.

In the spur of the moment, I grabbed her wrist. Ally looked taken aback by my sudden surge of confidence. Many would have mistaken that shock for fear, but I knew very well that Ally doesn't get scared.

My eyebrows furrowed together as I picked apart her soul. I peered into her "innocent" chocolate brown eyes with determination and rage. She started to laugh at my futile attempt at scaring her—she didn't know what I was really doing. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to her psychotic thoughts. I was pushing the barrier of her mind begging to get in. My surroundings started to blur together and fade. That was when I knew I had successfully gotten access to her deepest, most secret thoughts and memories.

I blinked in a daze trying to get my vision clearer. The faded world around me finally started to come into focus. I was seated on a pink carpet in front of a mound of Barbie dolls. The ceiling above me was staggeringly high up. I looked around more to see that I was in every little girls' dream room—I would've killed for this room ten years ago. The walls were pink and decked out with a million different stickers of princesses, fairies, and mermaids. My guess was that the room was a playroom since no bed was present and toys were littered on the ground.

I looked down to find that Ally's tanned hands were smaller than even Winnie's were when I looked at her memory. Judging by her hands, Ally was about five or six years old when this memory occurred.

I'm in the mind of a psychopath before they became psychotic.

Not too long after I made my astute observations, Ally's little legs took off to find another part of her huge house. I lost control over her tiny frame and just watched as she took turns left and right. She stopped in front of a half open door. Ally's small hands cautiously pushed the door open before walking in. I was met with a woman in a gorgeous red dress. She had just finished putting lipstick on in the mirror when she turned around to find Ally. The woman looked mildly startled by the small child, but she just continued to make a phone call.

"Can you play with me?"

"Not now, Ally. Mommy has to make a call," the woman—who I now know is Ally's mother—answered before turning back to her phone. "This is a very important client."

Ally proceeded to stare down at her petite purple shoes. I could tell she was just in need of a playmate and was itching for her mother to play that role in her life. Her mother, of course, didn't share the same point of view as she continued to talk to her client instead of paying attention to her daughter.

"Can we play after you're done?" Ally pouted.

"Will you hold on for just a moment? Thank you," her mother spoke into the phone. "Mommy is talking to very important people at the moment. Just play alone."

"But you never play with me. Daddy doesn't either."

My heart broke at hearing little Ally speak. She just wanted a friend.

"Don't sass me, Allison. Go to your room."

"Okay," she meekly replied.

Ally stumbled out of the room with disappointment on her mind and tears in her eyes. She had only wanted someone to play with, but she ended up getting in trouble with her, not very loving, mother. I've always wished for a mother, but never one anything like Ally's.

My vision blurred once again. I knew I was about to return to an unforgiving future; one with a corrupt child with selfish motives. Soon enough, everything refocused and I was met with a stunned silence and Ally's hard stare.

"I've had enough of your wicked games, Ally. You think that just because you do horrible things that you'll get the attention you want. Your parents are going to continue to ignore and belittle you no matter how many times you lock someone innocent in a closet. I don't care if you're rich or popular, what you're doing is pathetic. Before you go crying to your parents about what I've done, take a second and ask yourself whether or not they'll care."

Ally's jaw practically dropped to the floor. Tears were welling up in her eyes until they came flooding down her cheeks. She quickly turned away and ran toward the sports car that picks her up from school in attempt at salvaging what little dignity she had left.

Everyone around me seemed shocked that someone—especially a pushover, like me—called Ally out on what she was doing wrong. Eyes were wide open and no one dared to utter a single word. No one expected my outburst to send Ally running home crying.

"Go home everyone. I need to talk to my friend," Winnie softly uttered into the silence.

Somehow, everyone had heard Winnie and the crowd quickly dispersed. I turned around to face Winnie's disappointed look.

"Did you find her worst memory, Macyn? I saw the look in your eyes, I know you did something."

I wasn't able to make eye contact with her sharp, demanding gaze. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth, but I couldn't lie to her either. Instead of responding, I resorted to fiddling with the strap of my soaked backpack while staring at the ground.

"Did you do it, Macyn? Did you break our promise?" Winnie choked out.

I can't lie. Winnie already knows the truth. I broke our promise and hurt her, I can't lie to her and hurt her more than I already have.

"Yes. I broke our promise. I'm so sorry. I just got mad and—"

"You can't blame this on Ally. I know for a fact that bringing up that memory, whatever it was—I don't want to know, hurt her more than you've ever been hurt by her."

Soon after she said this, I made arguably one of the worst decisions I've ever made in my life; I met her scrutinizing gaze. Her eyes started to tell me things that her words did not. She looked betrayed, heartbroken, disappointed, angry, and scared. The worst part of making eye contact with Winnie was that I knew that it was my fault that she felt all of those horrible things and more.

Is Winnie scared...of me?

My heart shattered into more and more pieces the longer I felt her stare. Guilt was starting to eat me up from the inside out. Other than regret, I only felt numb.

"Winnie, I—"

"Save it. Go home, Macyn. I don't want to be around someone who messes with my head."

She turned her heel and walked into her bus. Although there were plenty of people racing around me, for the first time in four years, I felt utterly and hopelessly alone.

I've just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. I just lost the one person that I truly loved.

I lost Winnie.