When Young Haunts Come Back

Marie hated collage with a passion. She hated the homework, she hated the crappy teachers, and most of all she hated the fact she could never excel at anything. She lived in a small dorm, too small. It had that hot stuffy feeling to it and opening the windows barely helped due to the fact it was located by the school dump. Luckily, however, she was on the third floor and had a quiet, sweet neighbor.

Her 'neighbor' Cammie was in a wheelchair because of an illness she contracted at a young age. Cammie enjoyed to cook and sometimes gave her food and drinks she made. Cammie was probably the best friend Marie had ever had, being shy and anti-social most of her life. Cammie was like a sister to her.

She swept up her curly brown locks into a ponytail bow and sat down on the greenish-blue coach. What she needed most was to unwind and relax, get off some of the stress of school. A part of her mind said "what stress? You're in all of the easy classes! You need to study and work hard!" She quickly pushed that notion out of her head as her back hit the nice coach and she immediately felt herself untense.

Marie sighed and clicked on the small box T.V. So much for the thought of relaxing. She hated when nothing was on as well. The suffocating breathing conditions made it hard for her to concentrate, so homework was out of the picture. Besides, the library was open late on the weekends for dorm students. She turned the T.V of and decided to go through her stuff, get ride of some of it and give herself more room. She opened the window and nearly had a heart attack.

Cammie's wheelchair was halfway out of the window about to tip. And her face, eyes almost closed with this blank, unawareness in them. Marie screamed her name, but then as Cammie's eyes widened the chair fell out of the window and all Marie heard was the sickening THUD of a body hitting the concrete. She screamed again and threw up, being sure to close the window tightly. She walked unsteadily as she went for the door, trying to open it. It wouldn't open. She pounded her fists against it as hard as she could with no avail. Finally giving up she grabbed a hammer to break the door down, tripping over a chord she turned around and saw the large coat hook coming for her. She went to turn as it penetrated its way through her throat.
She felt it go threw all the way, poking out of the skull in the back.