Aya_Kilor

::: WARNING ---  Will have some FOUL LANGUAGE/CURSING, BULLYING,  and some VIOLENCE :::
((( If you will find this offensive, please do not read )))

About::
This story is about a young girl who loved stories. Growing up, her mother had always told her stories nearly every night. Before she died, Melissa's mother gave her a book of fairytales, which contained beautiful pictures of the stories they told. Melissa loved the book and its stories. As it was the last thing her mother had given her, she treasured the book greatly, it being the most precious object in her possession. 
Due to constantly bullying, which also resulted in the ripping of the book and her death, Melissa could not move on to the next life. Filled with rage  and resentment with her past treatment towards her book and herself, Melissa cursed the ones who tormented her, cursed them to experience the fairytales from her book, but with a sinister twist.

Dark Fairy Tales

Melissa rushed towards the bathroom, as she wasn't feeling very safe being out in the open. 


  As she constantly glanced around her, she kept expecting that crazy old lady to appear near her, but she never did. 


Reaching the bathroom, Melissa pushed the door open with more force than she intended to use. The door swung open and smashed into another girl who was attempting to exit the bathroom. 


  The door had smashed into the other girl's face. Horrified, Melissa begin to apologize, as blood began to drip from the girl's nose. 


  The other girl, a blue eyed blonde, looked down at her chest. As another drop fell onto her chest, she raised her hand to touch her face. Pulling her hand away from her face, she stared at her hand, speechless for a moment, until understanding dawned on her face. 


  Her pretty face turned ugly with rage as she glared at Melissa, who shrunk back in reflex as she apologized again.


  "I am so, so sorry! I... I didn't see you... I didn't know you were right behind the door..." stammered Melissa, just as a loud whistle split through the air. Turning around, Melissa saw two boys in their late teens standing behind her. 


  "Daaamn...! What happened to your face?That looks like it really hurts," said one with a grin.


  "For real!" Added the other teen who was trying not to laugh, as he slung his arm around the first guy's neck. "Your face looks like you had a run-in with a brick wall, Joan!" 


  Joan's face grew red with embarrassment. As the two guys stood grinning while they stared at her face... or rather, her nose... her embarrassment grew.


  She couldn't remember a time when she felt as mortified as she did now. And the cause of all of her extreme embarrassment... Joan narrowed her eyes at Melissa who was still trying to apologize, was this girl right in front of her. 


  Joan grabbed Melissa by the arm and yanks her away from the entrance. Slamming the bathroom door shut, Joan feels her face heat up even more with rage and embarrassment as she hears the guys outside burst into loud laughter. 


  Trembling with rage, Joan shoved Melissa against the bathroom wall. 


  Melissa stumbled, nearly smashing her own face against the wall. She turned around in confusion, only to feel a sharp stinging sensation across her left cheek. Shocked, she didn't realize that Joan was yelling at her right away.


Meeting at the Bathroom