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Fiction Suspense

Title: From Party to Prisonย 

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Word Count including this: Exactly 1661 Words.


A note from Sleepless โ€ฆ I don't want to be rude about the thing above. I just want people to see my stories, not have to stress about pointless things like getting a prize. Again, not rude just.. I don't want to win.

As I looked at my makeup mirror one last time, Farley told me โ€œYou donโ€™t have to do this.โ€ We were at Marlaโ€™s party. She keeps inviting Farley and I, and somehow, Farley talked me into going. โ€œYes.โ€ I said. โ€œYou roped me into this, now thereโ€™s no turning back.โ€ I knocked on the door, taking one last breath before Marla answered. โ€œOh look.โ€ Marla said over the banging music. โ€œGuess whoโ€™s late again?โ€ โ€œYou should be lucky we came!โ€ Farley yelled. While they were fighting, I slipped away and sat in a corner. The first thing I noticed was that everyone was in costumes. I remembered the invitation that said Costume Party. Now, Iโ€™m basically over-dressed in a long, dark red dress. I smoothed out the velvet that messed up under my seatbelt. Suddenly, some girl in a Madagascar costume stared at me. She stared for at least 10 seconds before I got up. โ€œWait!โ€ she said, her remarkably soft fake paw grabbing my arm. โ€œI.. you look.. Did you read the invitation?โ€ โ€œYeah. I didnโ€™t want to wear a costume. So I didnโ€™t.โ€ โ€œWell, you can forget the contest. Winner gets 50 bucks.โ€ โ€œI have enough money.โ€ โ€œQuit it.โ€ โ€œQuit what?โ€ I asked. โ€œYouโ€™re excusing yourself with dumb answers.โ€ โ€œN.. whatever. I donโ€™t even know you. You donโ€™t know me.โ€ โ€œIs that soโ€ฆ Leianna?โ€ โ€œHow do youโ€ฆโ€ โ€œIโ€™m Marlaโ€™s sister. And now, youโ€™re in for it.โ€ โ€œHey!โ€ said my best friend, and only friend, Raeleigh. โ€œLeave Leianna alone!โ€ โ€œAnd whatโ€™re you gonna do about it?โ€ โ€œIโ€™llโ€ฆโ€ โ€œExactly.โ€ Marlaโ€™s sister ran to the crowd after a hard shove at Raeleigh. Jeez. I knew they fought a lot, but I never saw them actually get physical. โ€œSorry.โ€ Raeleigh said, getting up. โ€œNo problem. Bye.โ€ I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed an idiotic cartoon plate from the stack and started scooping Tostitos on. โ€œSorry!โ€ Marla said, slapping the plate out my hand. โ€œThe cartoon plates are for party-goers only.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m a party-goer.โ€ โ€œSorry, I meant party goers who actually wore a costume. Here.โ€ She handed me a red bowl that could probably fit one scoop of chili. โ€œThanks?โ€ I said. โ€œNo, donโ€™t thank me.โ€ She walked off, her Woody from Toy Story hat slightly turning. Why wasn't she Jesse or someone else? Oh well. Not wanting to be humiliated by the miniature red bowl, I settled for a cupcake and walked back to the dance floor. I took in the scene, with costumes from every cartoon imaginable dancing around. The upbeat music blared through the background. I sank down into a chair, closing my eyes. A million off topic questions swirled around.ย 

I was disturbed from my imagination by a violent shake in my shoulder. โ€œWhat!โ€ I spun around and came face to face with Raeleigh. โ€œCome dance!โ€ she said cheerfully. โ€œWhyyyy! Itโ€™s not like Iโ€™ll have any fun!โ€ โ€œSo? Dancing is fun!โ€ As the song ended, I said โ€œOh look, the Moana song is on, bye!โ€ โ€œNice try. You know Moana already played.โ€ โ€œDang it. But please! Let me stay in my chair!โ€ โ€œNo. This is a party. You dance at parties. Dance.โ€ โ€œFiiiiine!โ€ I dragged myself to the dance floor, slowly bouncing to the song. โ€œIโ€™ll be back.โ€ Raeleigh said. Great. First, she convinces me to get on the dance floor, then she ditches me. As I went to find Farley, I heard a sharp scream. The crowd bumped me over to where everything went down and I was suddenly handed a bloody knife by a paw. Like Marlaโ€™s sisterโ€™s. But it wasnโ€™t from her. She was the one lying down, losing blood every second. โ€œAnnie!โ€ So that's her name. Marla pushed through the crowd, especially sure to push me hard. Not the best idea. The knife flung in my hand, luckily not stabbing anyone. โ€œAnnie!โ€ Marla sobbed extra hard, while one of her friends called 911. โ€œWHO DID IT!?!?โ€ she demanded. โ€œWHO KILLED MY SISTER!?!โ€ She sifted through the crowd, checking everyone for evidence. When she got to me she froze. โ€œYou.โ€ she said. โ€œYOU killed my sister!!โ€ All eyes turned to me. โ€œNo! Someone gave me this!โ€ โ€œYeah right! You hate me, and wanted revenge!โ€ โ€œSo!? If anything, I wouldโ€™ve hurt you!โ€ Okay, that was dumb. But right at that moment, someone grabbed me. They pinched my shoulder, and I could feel myself falling before everything went black.

โ€œSheโ€™s innocent!โ€ yelled Farley. โ€œLeave my sister alone!โ€ โ€œStay out of this!โ€ Marla yelled. I heard a clatter, and suspected Marla pushed my sister. โ€œNow.โ€ Marla said. โ€œIf you didnโ€™t kill Annie, who did?โ€ โ€œI donโ€™t know! Someone gave me this knife, and that was that!โ€ โ€œWrong answer!โ€ Marlaโ€™s friend Grace came around the chair. I tried to get up, but realized I was tied down. Grace banged my head with a pan or something. โ€œNow, what did you do!?โ€ โ€œNothing! I didnโ€™t kill your stupid sister!! Let me go!โ€ Another hard bang. โ€œLeianna. One last chance. What. Did. You. Do?โ€ โ€œNOTHING!!!โ€ I shouted. I felt myself being untied, but before I could run, Grace grabbed me. She shoved me into the brick wall over and over again. By now, there was a stream of blood flowing down my face. โ€œI didnโ€™t do anything!โ€ I cried. โ€œJust let me go!โ€ โ€œNO! You killed my sister, and LIED, so youโ€™ll pay the price.โ€ She walked away, with me still untied. I looked around for something to stop the bleeding. Nothing. In fact, there wasnโ€™t anything in this room. Just 4 brick walls, a door, a lamp and this desk and chair. I walked closer to the door and saw there was no knob. I hate those kind of doors. I kicked it to try and open it. Nothing happened. I banged it with the chair, tried to shake the door, and guess the passcode (assuming there was one), all ending up with the same results as before. Nothing. I sighed, and sat back, my hand now resting where my head still bled slightly less. I could barely hear the music, but judging by the constant long points with no music, I guessed that Moana song. The playlist possibly looped? Raeleigh said it already played. Raeleigh. Why hadn't she come to help me prove my innocence? Maybe she was too busy trying to find out who really did it. That would help. In the meantime, I sat there, almost no blood now, waiting for Marla to come back. About 5 minutes later, the door creaked open. Everyone was screaming, trying to get me. โ€œHEY!โ€ a woman yelled. It was a police officer. She got everyone out, and said โ€œHello.โ€ she said. โ€œIโ€™m Officer Bradley.โ€ โ€œHi.โ€ โ€œWas that a question!!?โ€ she slammed her hands down on the table. โ€œSorry!โ€ โ€œNow. Where were you when you last saw Ms. Trahan?โ€ โ€œWho is that?โ€ She let out a long sigh. โ€œAnnie. Where were you when you last saw Annie?โ€ โ€œOh, in a corner.โ€ โ€œOkay. Did you witness the murder?โ€ โ€œNo. If that were the case, I wouldnโ€™t be here, and theyโ€™d be in jail.โ€ โ€œIt was a yes or no question kid, yes or no!!!โ€ โ€œNo.โ€ I could tell she wanted me to crack under the pressure. But no. Iโ€™ll keep being a nuisance, especially if that means No Marla for a while. โ€œWhy were you holding the knife?โ€ โ€œSome random lion paw gave it to me.โ€ โ€œThat a lie?โ€ โ€œWhy would I lie to an officer if Iโ€™m innocent?โ€ โ€œTo.. whatever, I donโ€™t have time for idiot teens.โ€ โ€œExcuse me?โ€ โ€œDid you have any grudge against Annie?โ€ she asked over me. โ€œYes. I hate her sister, who hates me. So they hate me and bully everyone together.โ€ โ€œBullies?โ€ โ€œI just said that.โ€ โ€œHey!โ€ โ€œWhat?โ€ โ€œWhy are you covered in blood?โ€ โ€œMarla and her little โ€˜clicheโ€™ banged me into a brick wall. This is 100% my blood.โ€ โ€œOkay. I have everything I need to know.โ€ โ€œGood.โ€ โ€œYou watch your mouth!โ€ โ€œWhat did I do wrong!?โ€ "Kill her?" "No I didn't!" Sheโ€™d walked out before I finished. I was pretty content with my answers. But I wasnโ€™t content with the fact that I didnโ€™t leave when I had the chance. Had Marla forgotten about me? Had Raeleigh forgotten? What about Farley!? Is she even okay!? I stopped another scary question from entering my brain. โ€œSo.โ€ Marla said. โ€œI see you were just interrogated.โ€ โ€œMore like asked about dumb stuff.โ€ โ€œLEIANNA!โ€ she yelled. โ€œMy sister is DEAD! You killed her, and you donโ€™t even CARE!โ€ โ€œBecause I didnโ€™t kill her.โ€ โ€œOkay, thatโ€™s it!โ€ She grabbed me and started punching and banging and everything in between. I was horrified, but still somehow wouldnโ€™t be surprised if I blacked out again tonight. Sure enough, within a few minutes, the world was spinning, then black.


I woke up to sirens. Loud, screeching sirens. I looked around, and saw that I was back with Officer Bradley. Wait, what? I looked around again. I was in the Police car. โ€œWhatโ€™s going on!?โ€ I asked. โ€œSome girls told us everything. You lied.โ€ โ€œI didnโ€™t lie! Who told you that?โ€ โ€œThey wereโ€ฆ Raeleigh.. And F..Farley. Yeah. Raeleigh and Farley.โ€ No. Frickinโ€™. Way. My own sister and best friend just LIED like that!? I didnโ€™t have time to dwell over that though. We pulled up to the police station. โ€œWhere am I going?โ€ I asked. โ€œLeianna Matthews,โ€ she said. โ€œYouโ€™re under arrest.โ€

To be continued...

May 12, 2021 02:34

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Yves. โ™™
22:14 Aug 07, 2022

I've now seen a couple series entries, and I find them really interesting! One word of advice, though: if you don't want to win the contest, I would suggest not paying the $5 to enter it (though you may already know this), since short stories based on the prompts still show up under them even if you're not a contest entry. Keep your money, and keep writing!


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