I have snapped. I am drunk with power, and no one will be safe in my presence for quite a while. Saraphina is alive, though, much to my relief. Her friend, Ashley Colden, had an extremely strong soul which, of course, made me crave more. The others’ souls were weak, perhaps to my benefit. Had they not been so frail, many more may have died. Saraphina will be the one, I am sure of it now. Perhaps she will even go willingly.
Sara’s hair was more white than blond now. But that no longer mattered to her. Mr. Nesbitt had found her lying in the mud screaming. He assumed she had gone mad. Now, she was at home, wrapped in a quilt. Blanca looked frightened.
“¡Ay dios mío! Tu estas muy frio.” (Oh my god, you are very cold.) She said, putting another quilt over Sara. But Sara wasn’t shivering from cold. She was scared.
Her best friend, ex and most loyal followers had just died. If that wasn’t enough, nobody remembered them. She clearly remembered her conversation with Mr. Nesbitt. He had come just after Nerezza had disappeared. Sara had been on her knees, screaming. He had looked shocked. Then he had regained his dignified composition.
“Saraphina Neubauer! What on earth are you doing?” He had yelled.
“She- she- she killed Ashley!” She had sobbed. “And Mike and Jess and Tom and Alyssa!” The rain had stopped, but water from her tears poured down her face. Mr. Nesbitt looked concerned.
“As far as I know, Miss Neubauer, nobody by those names go here. You need help.” Then he had pulled out his phone and called 911.
At the hospital, he gave her a list of all the students at West Heights. “Now,” he said, “What is Ashley’s last name?”
“Colden.” Sara replied with confidence. Mr. Nesbitt scanned the list.
“Hmm… we have an Ashley Poppet in 6th grade and an Ashley Crow in 7th. None in 8th like you.” Ashley gaped.
“W- what about Michael Luszczak in 8th grade?” she tried.
“Mmm… nope.”
“Jessica Lonta 8th grade?”
“No.”
“Thomas Morra, 8th grade?”
“Nope.”
“Alyssa McDonnell, 8th?”
“Still no. But there are some very nice psychologists here, at the hospital.”
“NO! I don’t need one. I saw her kill them. I know them. So do you! Mike got sent to your office for-”
“Sara, please.” Mr. N interrupted. The tears came back.
“I saw Nerezza kill them,” she whispered.
“Nerezza… the new one?” Mr. Nesbitt queried.
“Yes! Her!” Sara cried, her eyes lighting with hope.
“Ah… she’s new, so she’s not on the list. Now tell me, what drove her to kill them?” He asked, his voice layered with false sympathy and sarcasm.
“I… don’t know. She’s crazy! She’s all scary and stuff. And she always wears black and she has this creepy necklace and she just sucked their souls up and was happy…” Sara realized that she was rambling.
“Very well then, I’ll send Dr. Wake up to see you.” He said, patting her on the head and turning to leave.
“Please! I’m telling you the truth!” She screamed, her voice on the edge of hysterics.
A psychologist had come up, and told her a bunch of shit about everything being okay, and that soul eaters were something called “dementors” in a Harry Potter book. And now she was home, listening to Blanca freak out and wishing that her parents were home for once.
Then she had an idea. In first grade she, Ashley, Alyssa, Jess, and Tom had been in the same class at West Heights Elementary. The class picture was in her room somewhere. Once Mr. Nesbitt saw that, there would be no doubting her.
She threw the blankets aside ignoring Blanca’s protests and cries of “¡Ay caramba!”
She ran to her room and dug the picture out of the depths of her huge, walk-in closet. There she was, right in the middle, holding up the sign that read: Mr. Ornal’s First Grade Class- 2002-2003. But instead of Ashley sitting next to her, there was a gap. And throughout the rest of the picture there were gaps where Alyssa, Jess, Mike and Tom should have been.
“No…” She whispered. She fell to her knees, squeezing the picture so hard that the glass spider webbed. Blood from her fingers dripped onto the smiling first graders below.
gahhh!!!! I want to post it all!!!!!!!! GGGgggggrrrrrr.
must not post more......

But grammar does not require, in this case, the extra comma to be there.
Anyway, please continue posting on YWS! 