Bloody Mary, chapter 2
I never slept after that day.
I always thought of her. Mary.
And the blood.
Blood.
Every night I sat up on the floor in the bathroom waiting for Mary to come out. Come out from hiding the blood.
Blood.
But I wanted to help her. She needed someone. She needed me.
No one understood.
No one cared.
She was there in the house that night at Billie Joe's. But he didn't see her. Tre didn't see her. They thought I had gone mad. They never did dare me to look for Bloody Mary again. But I always dared myself though. But she never came.
At least, not until I was fourteen.
I remember it all.
Billie Joe and I were trying to find Tre; he had ran away again, just for fun. He had done that a lot lately, just because we were all bored. Lord, he was always hard to find, like a game of hide and seek, only harder. But that day Billie Joe found Tre. I had run off in a different direction; because I saw Mary. She was there. Walking.
Billie Joe was looking for Tre, and I was spaced out. Someone came and stood next to me. I looked down and saw a pair of converse...that were covered in blood. She ran away before I could face her. She ran down an alley. I ran after her. Her black hair with the color of fire streamed behind her as she ran in that alley....the one with a broken mirror. As I turned the corner that led to the alley, I watched her dissapear into the mirror. I knew it was already too late.
I fell to my knees infront of the mirror and wept. I wept for her. Because she was gone again. That's when Billie Joe and Tre strutted around the corner.
"Mike! What the crap are you doing? Was the mirror special to you? Or are you crying 'cause you broke it with your face?" Tre snorted and squealed out of the alley, laughing at his own joke.
"Mike, I am really worried about you...everyday since you saw that image in your mind, you've been acting nuts! What's up?"
"Nothing BJ...nothing."
"Mike, I know something's up...at school you have on your goal card to find Bloody Mary. C'mon! She's not real!"
But Billie Joe was wrong.
He was terribly wrong.
I know she was real, even if no one could see her.
She was real.
Real.
That word could mean anything.
Real.
And in this case, real ment true. Not just an image. A real person. With real blood.
Blood.
Real.
Real blood.
Yes, the blood was real. Real blood.
But Billie Joe didn't see it.
The blood, the dress, nothing.
Nothing.
That's what Tre thinks she is.
Nothing.
But I know she's real. She isn't nothing.
She is amazing.
But the blood doesn't let anyone see who she really is.
Mary.
Bloody Mary.
At that point, my goal was changed.
At that point I realized what I had to do.
I had to take the word Bloody out of her name.
I would make her name Mary and keep it that way.
But first I had to find her.
And try to help her.
But just finding her would be hard enough.
But helping her would be even harder.
But I always wanted to find her.
And I did, in the year 2000.
I always thought of her. Mary.
And the blood.
Blood.
Every night I sat up on the floor in the bathroom waiting for Mary to come out. Come out from hiding the blood.
Blood.
But I wanted to help her. She needed someone. She needed me.
No one understood.
No one cared.
She was there in the house that night at Billie Joe's. But he didn't see her. Tre didn't see her. They thought I had gone mad. They never did dare me to look for Bloody Mary again. But I always dared myself though. But she never came.
At least, not until I was fourteen.
I remember it all.
Billie Joe and I were trying to find Tre; he had ran away again, just for fun. He had done that a lot lately, just because we were all bored. Lord, he was always hard to find, like a game of hide and seek, only harder. But that day Billie Joe found Tre. I had run off in a different direction; because I saw Mary. She was there. Walking.
Billie Joe was looking for Tre, and I was spaced out. Someone came and stood next to me. I looked down and saw a pair of converse...that were covered in blood. She ran away before I could face her. She ran down an alley. I ran after her. Her black hair with the color of fire streamed behind her as she ran in that alley....the one with a broken mirror. As I turned the corner that led to the alley, I watched her dissapear into the mirror. I knew it was already too late.
I fell to my knees infront of the mirror and wept. I wept for her. Because she was gone again. That's when Billie Joe and Tre strutted around the corner.
"Mike! What the crap are you doing? Was the mirror special to you? Or are you crying 'cause you broke it with your face?" Tre snorted and squealed out of the alley, laughing at his own joke.
"Mike, I am really worried about you...everyday since you saw that image in your mind, you've been acting nuts! What's up?"
"Nothing BJ...nothing."
"Mike, I know something's up...at school you have on your goal card to find Bloody Mary. C'mon! She's not real!"
But Billie Joe was wrong.
He was terribly wrong.
I know she was real, even if no one could see her.
She was real.
Real.
That word could mean anything.
Real.
And in this case, real ment true. Not just an image. A real person. With real blood.
Blood.
Real.
Real blood.
Yes, the blood was real. Real blood.
But Billie Joe didn't see it.
The blood, the dress, nothing.
Nothing.
That's what Tre thinks she is.
Nothing.
But I know she's real. She isn't nothing.
She is amazing.
But the blood doesn't let anyone see who she really is.
Mary.
Bloody Mary.
At that point, my goal was changed.
At that point I realized what I had to do.
I had to take the word Bloody out of her name.
I would make her name Mary and keep it that way.
But first I had to find her.
And try to help her.
But just finding her would be hard enough.
But helping her would be even harder.
But I always wanted to find her.
And I did, in the year 2000.
