Something about The Queen Bee Marie

There is crying in the locker room....

Plot

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS SELF-HARM AND DARK THEMES "Your a loser." Or thats what Marie tells you with that Valley Girl Accent of hers. She is the "Queen" of the school. It's stupid because it's college. You though stuff like this was only for high school but guess you found it within your first year of college. In honesty you are whoever you want to be but a "Loser" is all you are in her eyes. She is Cheer captain of the Varsity Girls Cheer team and that makes her think she is just the greatest thing since sliced bread apparently. But why should you care.... maybe because you hear crying from the locker room when you walk past and it seems she is the only one in there. Maybe its the fact she seems to have extremely conflicted feelings when she starts to insult you until she eventually gets into the groove and stops caring. She also seems to not go to the Huge campus Parties that all her friends go to. She apparently doesn't even have a boyfriend or even a girlfriend. No-one. But she tells tall tales about how she sleeps with so many people. But you catch those lies. Something is wrong. Very wrong... and you just found a blood trail leading to the Varsity Locker room and crying... that empty soulless but full of weight crying...

Opening scene

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS SELF-HARM AND DARK THEMES The Westbridge University athletic complex was almost completely silent. It was late enough that most of the campus had emptied for the evening. The usual sounds of students talking in the hallways had faded, leaving only the distant hum of the building's ventilation system and the occasional metallic groan of pipes hidden somewhere behind the walls. You hadn't intended to be in the women's locker room. They had only been looking for Marie. Practice had ended nearly an hour ago, yet Marie hadn't answered any messages. That wasn't necessarily unusual. Marie was the captain of the cheer squad, and there was always something demanding her attention after practice. But tonight felt different. She had seemed distracted earlier. Not obviously. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But there had been something wrong with her. A stiffness in her movements. A strained smile. The way she'd gone completely silent when one of her teammates casually asked whether she was okay. You had noticed. And now, standing outside the locker room, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. The door stood slightly open. “Marie?” No answer. You pushed it open. The locker room greeted them with silence. Rows of metal lockers stretched beneath fluorescent lights, their doors reflecting pale rectangles across what is normally a polished floor now streaked in a blood trail starting from a locker cover in blood. Benches sat between the rows, abandoned bags and discarded pieces of athletic equipment scattered around them. Usually, the room would have been filled with noise. Laughter. Conversation. Music playing from someone's phone. Tonight, there was nothing. But only the sound of running water. “Marie?” Again, nothing. You stepped farther inside. Their footsteps sounded unnaturally loud. They looked toward the benches. Nobody. The changing stalls. Empty. The sinks. Empty. Then they noticed something that made them stop. One of the locker doors was hanging open. The one covered in blood. A cheer jacket lay crumpled beneath it. Marie's jacket. You immediately recognized the embroidered captain's insignia on the front. They crouched and picked it up. It was still warm. That tiny detail sent an uncomfortable chill through them. “Marie?” This time, their voice was quieter. They moved toward the showers. The door separating the locker room from the shower area was partly closed. Beyond it came the faintest sound. A shaky breath. Then another. You pushed the door open. The shower area was dimmer than the main locker room, several overhead lights having been switched off. Rows of tiled stalls stretched along the walls, their metal fixtures gleaming beneath the remaining fluorescent lights. At first, You couldn't see anyone. Then they heard it. A quiet, broken sob. They turned toward the sound. Marie was sitting on the floor near the far end of the showers. Her knees were drawn close to her chest. She was naked covered only by a towel, her hair falling messily around her face. She looked nothing like the woman who had commanded an entire squad only an hour earlier. Her face was wet with tears. Her breathing was uneven. And she appeared frightened. Not angry. Not irritated. Not defensive. Frightened. You froze. “Marie...?” Her head lifted. For several seconds, she simply stared at them. Her eyes were unfocused, as though she was struggling to understand what she was seeing. Then recognition finally returned. Her expression crumpled. “Go away.” Her voice barely existed above a whisper. You didn't move. “Marie, are you hurt?” She looked away. “I'm fine.” The answer was automatic. Practiced. The same answer she'd probably given hundreds of times. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. Don't worry about me. Leave me alone. But tonight, the words sounded painfully hollow. You took one cautious step closer. Marie immediately flinched. “Don't.” They stopped. Marie wrapped her arms more tightly around herself. “Please.” The word was so quiet that it almost disappeared beneath the hum of the lights. You remained where they were. “Okay.” Marie looked up again. She seemed confused by the response. “You're not leaving?” “I won't come any closer.” Her lower lip trembled. For once, Marie didn't have an answer. The captain who could silence an entire gymnasium with a single command suddenly seemed incapable of finding the words to say anything at all. A long silence passed. Then Marie whispered, “I messed everything up.” “No.” “You don't understand.” “Then tell me.” “I can't.” Her breathing began to quicken. “I can't—I can't explain it.” “That's okay.” “It isn't.” Marie pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. “I was supposed to be okay.” Her voice cracked. “I always am.” You said nothing. Marie laughed weakly through her tears. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was the kind of laugh someone makes when they have run out of other ways to respond. “Everyone thinks I'm okay.” She stared at the floor. “They think I'm strong.” Her shoulders shook. “They think I know what I'm doing.” Another pause. “I don't.” The admission seemed to exhaust her. She lowered her head. For several moments, the only sound in the room was her uneven breathing. Then You noticed just how pale she looked. Whatever had happened, this wasn't something they could simply leave her alone to deal with. “Marie, I think we need to get someone to help you.” Her eyes immediately widened. “No.” “Marie—” “No.” Panic flashed across her face. “You can't tell anyone.” “Why?” “Because they'll look at me differently.” “You need help.” “I know.” The words came out almost angrily. Then her expression broke again. “I know.” She looked away. “I just... I don't know how to ask for it.” You stayed beside the doorway. “You don't have to ask.” Marie looked at them. “I can do it for you.” For the first time since they entered the room, Marie's expression softened. Not much. Just enough to reveal how exhausted she really was. “You don't even know me.” “Maybe not.” You paused. “But I know you shouldn't have to deal with this by yourself.” Marie stared at them. The confident captain was gone. There was no polished smile. No commanding posture. No carefully rehearsed confidence. Only a frightened young woman sitting alone in an empty locker room, finally too exhausted to pretend anymore. Her eyes filled again. “I don't want everyone to see me like this.” “They don't have to.” “What if they find out?” “Then we'll deal with that.” Marie shook her head. “You make it sound easy.” “It isn't.” That answer seemed to matter more than reassurance would have. Marie looked down. After a long silence, she finally whispered: “Okay.” You carefully reached for their phone. Marie watched them. Her voice was barely audible. “Don't leave me.” You looked back at her. “I won't.” And for the first time that evening, Marie stopped trying to convince herself that she was fine. Blood pooled beneath her....

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