This is part two of Envy’s Touch. Not sure how many parts this will turn out to be – this was originally meant to be the end, but the thing I’m learning from this is the fact that some of the things I write have a mind of their own sometimes 🙂
Singing softly to herself, Sam held the knife in front of her and examined the edge of it. It gleamed in the dull candles of her bedroom, and she ran her tongue against the edge, lightly coating the blade with her saliva and blood. “Jacqui’s present!” she giggled to herself, and her eyes glowed a dull green. She didn’t notice it however.
It was time to lay the trap, however. Running her tongue over the flat of the knife blade lovingly, she opened up her laptop and fired up her email. Quickly scribbling in her email to her former best friend, she asked Jacqui to meet her in the playground where they had grown close. It made sense, in Sam’s mind, for where they met to be the place for her to enact her revenge. Singing softly to herself, she put the knife under her pillow and prepared for the next night.
The next day went incredibly slow for her. She really wanted the night to fall so she could meet up with Jacqui and give her the present she had waiting in her bag. The knife itself teased and taunted Sam, almost whispering in its solitude. Sam wanted everything Jacqui had, and the knife was telling her it was time to get it.
Sneaking out of the house later, Sam ensured that no one knew where she was going before heading to the park of the elementary school that she had first met Jacqui in. The blonde haired girl was sitting on the swings, texting on her phone. Sam nearly purred with pleasure. “You’re here!” she said breathlessly, throwing her arms around her former friend.
“Of course I’m here. What’s up Sam? Is everything ok?” Jacqui asked, her voice concerned. In her mind, while she wasn’t nearly as close to Sam as they had been, she really did still value the other girl’s friendship and secrets.
Sam shook her head, pulling away and staring at Jacqui for a moment. “No. I think my mom’s actually lost it this time!” Sam’s mother had become increasingly unsteady in the past few years. It was, unfortunately, one of those ‘open secrets’ around the suburb they lived in.
“Oh Sam, honey I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?” Jacqui asked. “You can come stay at my house tonight if you want, and I’ll talk to my parents about the situation in the morning. They’ve always loved you, and if your mom has really lost it this time, I’m sure there’s something one of them can do.” Jacqui hugged her friend to her closer, tears filling the pretty girl’s eyes as she thought about the pain that her friend was going through.
For a moment, Envy’s hold on Sam slipped. She thought of the knife in her bag, and of what she was doing. Jacqui was here, hugging her, giving her a chance to be her friend again! Shouldn’t that actually count for something?
The green hue of Sam’s eyes dulled a bit while she nodded at her friend, leaving the knife concealed in her bag. Sanity, it seemed, had reigned again in Sam’s head for the time being.
“Thank you Jacqui, I didn’t know where to go…” she finally whispered, tears filling Sam’s eyes. And she cried then on Jacqui’s shoulder. She cried for everything she had lost, and for everything she had planned on losing.
Deep in the boughs of hell, however, Envy attempted to tighten it’s hold on Sam. She was already doomed, she just didn’t know it yet.