What did happen to Sayako on that summer night on August 10th?
Chapter Twenty-Two: Sayako’s Body:
One terrible secret.
Summer 2010 was supposed to be an ordinary summer. Sayako and Naomi hadn’t expected to do much. Their plans, just like their lives, were different that summer. Naomi planned to study to get ahead for the fall. Sayako went out to party with the boys. She tried to get her best friend to do the same.
“Come on, Naomi-chan!” she said. “You never have any fun. Get out for a change.”
Her friend always kindly refused. “I don’t want to fall behind.”
Sayako pouted at her. “Aw, such a goody-goody!”
August 14th, 2010. It was Saturday and Sayako wanted to party. She tried to drag Naomi out with her.
“Come on, please?” she pleaded. “Live a little for a change!” Naomi shook her head.
“Sorry,” she said. “But I have to study.”
“Are you sure?”
Sayako narrowed her eyes at her. “You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
The other girl sighed. “Fine, fine.” Sayako turned to leave. Naomi paused at her desk.
“Sayako-chan, wait!” she cried. The ice queen paused and turned. Naomi looked her in the eye.
“Just…” she said. “Be careful, okay?” Sayako gave her a little smile.
“Alright,” she said. “See ya.” Then, the princess went out the door. That was that last Naomi saw of Sayako. It all became hell from there.
Kiko’s during the summer. Man. There’s nothing like it. The bar doubles up on the parties. Not a place for Naomi. Sayako, on the other hand, adored Kiko’s during the summer. Like everywhere else, she was the center of attention. Boys ogled her the whole night. Despite this, she looked bored.
/It’s never fun without Naomi around/, she thought. They seemed to be drifting apart lately. Like Naomi, Sayako didn’t like it. The popular princess sighed.
Wonder why she doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore/, she thought. /Weird…
Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Sayako glanced behind her. Cold, lifeless white-silver eyes stared at her. The princess nearly jumped in her stool. The ghost-like face smiled at her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. Sayako blinked.
“Uh…” she said. A hand patted her on the shoulder.
“There, there,” she murmured. “I don’t intend to cause you any harm.”
“Okay…” she said. “What do you want?”
“To buy you a drink,” he said. “What do you say?” Sayako stared on at him. She gave him a little shrug.
“Sure,” she said. “Why not?” He grinned at her like a devil.
“There you go,” he said. The boy ordered the drink. She never knew his name. He did have pretty eyes. They gave her an odd sense of comfort. She talked and drank most of the time. He didn’t drink or talk at all. This boy only watched her, studying her.
Close to midnight, Sayako fell drunk. The boy took her by the hand and led her out the door.
Darkness in the woods. Not quiet, though. Sayako’s drunk laughter filled the air. He only ignored it. The laughing didn’t faze him at all. They came to the lake. Sayako stopped laughing and looked around.
“Where are we?” she asked. The boy didn’t speak. Sayako looked on.
“Hey, why are we out here?” she asked. Silence. The girl looked on at him.
“Come on!” she said. “What are we doing here?” Silence. Sayako began to pout.
“Say something!” she started to yell. The boy smirked to himself.
“Nothing personal, really,” he muttered to himself. Sayako blinked.
“What?” she asked. She didn’t have time to think. One sharp blast to the chest and she sank into a black nothing.
Early in the darken morning, Sayako woke up to the smell of blood. A chill ran through her body as she reached up and felt her cheek.
Blood? Fear seized her brain. Help me. Naomi-chan… Help me…
Naomi was studying in her room when there came a knock on her door. She didn’t look up.
“Yes mama?” the girl asked.
“It’s me,” a familiar voice croaked. Naomi froze this time.
“Sayako-chan?” she asked. The girl got up and opened the door. Glassy, panicked green eyes looked inside. Naomi nearly jumped.
“Sayako-chan?” she asked. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Let me in!” her friend pleaded. “Please let me in!”
“Okay,” the other girl said quickly. So, she opened the door. Horror filled her face. Blood covered Sayako’s mouth, chest, legs, and hands. Her cute white blouse was torn to shreds. Sayako looked so drunk. Naomi backed up in panic.
“Na…omi…-chan…” he friend slurred out. “Help…me…” She slowly collapsed to the ground. Naomi caught her just in time and cradled her in her arms. From there, she felt a cold burn in her chest.
From there, the seven-week blood feast danced on.
In fact, Sayako killed again—tonight.