Crazy Rachelle

There was a girl in Highschool- Crazy Rachelle.

She was some sort of glowing terror. Blond wavy hair, curly at times. Some times it would hang down past her shoulders, in front and in back of them. Sometimes it was all pulled straight back to a knot- revealing the contour of her skull.

Crazy Rachelle only had one smile. It was wide and pulled high, revealing  her gums. White teeth jutting out- straight down, and perfect. This smile almost never left her face. At times it seemed as if she was straining herself, fighting to keep it on. It was a beautiful smile on its own, but guessing its meaning, or having an idea of its function made this a very unsettling contortion of the face.

Resting in barrels above her red-circle doll-face cheeks were two plastic eyes. They were fixed. The girl did most of her looking around by moving her head, like a predator, never dropping its guard. They rarely ever strayed from their factory pre-set FORWARD position,when they did she would look human for a second. But this wasn't some saving grace- she was still Crazy Rachelle most of the time. 

What made me think of crazy Rachelle was a sudden memory that hadn't been remembered even once since it was stored. It was of course subject to wear and tear over the years but one fact (the point of the memory I think) permeated the haze bourn of time- Crazy Rachelle had done something completely crazy. Something terrible. For the life of me I cannot remember what it was she did. I have asked everyone I know if they remember Crazy Rachelle and they all do. But not one of them remembers what she did. Most have a vague feeling, just like me, but wouldn't have thought of it unless I had brought it up.

Im still constantly plagued by this question. Images of what it was that this girl did to give me such a foreboding feeling. They played on and on in my head. Flashes when I wake up, or sneeze.

Crazy Rachelle standing on a lunch table- Crouched over the mangled body of a student. Jeff. Blood all over her smile and entrails in her hands. Those eyes were only glued onto her head to make her look  human. Demon.

Crazy Rachelle on her hands and knees scrubbing blood out of her fathers carpet as he watches.

Crazy Rachelle laughing hysterically with the head of her baby brother submerged in bubble bath. The kicking-furious but creating no shake in her un yeilding wrist.

The kicking stops.

I don't think I'll ever know what Crazy Rachelle did, but I'll probably have thought of it twice by the time I die.