Bettie
Legacy Name: Bettie

Bettie was plain. Normal, average, vanilla; just a simple country girl. And that was just fine.

Her day always starts the same. The sun rises. The rooster yells. Bettie hops out of her rickety, wooden bed, slips on her knit slippers and runs downstairs.

"Morning, munchkin." Her mother hands Bettie her favourite apron as she skips through the kitchen. "Don't forget the petunias today, hun. You know they don't do well in this heat."

Grabbing her pitcher, she hops out the kitchen door when she spies her father out of the corner of her eye.

"TARA. Tara it happened again."

The concern in her father's voice stops Bettie dead in her tracks. She swings around and crouches outside the kitchen window.



"Again? Who was it this time?" Again? Bettie cocks her head.

"Marilyn." Her eyes widen.

"God, not Marilyn. She was one of our top producers. And the kids just loved her. What happened?"

"I.....I don't know. I just walked in the barn and she was.....there was blood everywhere." Clearly shaken, he reaches towards the chair for support. "Each time is more gruesome than the last. And this time...god Tara...I don't know what kind of sick fuck could do this."

In shock, she begins to back away when SNAP.

With the snap of the twig the young couple are alerted of their daughter's presence. "BETTIE, HONEY, NO." Her parents run to console their clearly horrified daughter but Bettie is quickly hidden deep within the corn fields.



"What are you doing out here?" Little brother Arnold asked the shivering lump of kerubi before him. "You know it's almost dinner time."

"Marilyn......first it was Bertha, then Cassie, and now Marilyn....I don't understand." She sits up slowly, surprised to see the sun has almost set.

"Yeah, you've been out here for hours. Come on, let's-"

"I just saw Marilyn. I JUST saw her. She was fine. She was happy. Now she is not fine. She is in little tiny pieces on the-"

"BETTIE I don't know what you are talking about now come on we are going to be late for dinner." Arnold yells, clearly more interested in eating than whatever nonsense his sister was mumbling about.

She looks around bewildered. Her eyes were cloudy and she had a look of despair on her face no little country girl should ever have. "No......I'm not letting this happen again........tell Mom I'm sleeping at Mary's house tonight"

"Whatever." The little boy hopped off towards the farm house. Bettie stood up and slowly made her way towards the barn.



It was dark by the time she made it back to the barn. The girls, what was left of them at least, were resting peacefully in their usual spots. Roseanne under the window, Carrie by the hay stack, Charlie next to the back door, and Penelope right behind Charlie.

Wait, no, that's not Charlie. Bettie slowly walks forward. No that is Charlie....but Penelope, is she ok? Did she always look like that? The barn seemed unusually dusty. Or maybe just dark. It was so hard to see. The cows seemed to be moving....or were they sleeping? Yes, definitely sleeping. Did they always float while they slept?

She rubbed her eyes, but things just seemed to get darker...fuzzier...maybe a flashlight would help.

Suddenly there was a flashlight in her hand. But it only made things darker. How is this possible? She continued to walk. Roseanne and Charlie have switched heads. Carrie has eight tails. Penelope's once bright red fur was completely black. Is that Marilyn? This is ok. This is normal. Definitely. Right?

The walls were spinning. Bettie fell to her knees. She yells out in pain as she drops her flashlight. Dang thing cut me again! Sucking on her newly cut finger, she stands up. Everything is dark now. Except for the flashlight. But no, it's not a flashlight....How long have I been holding an axe?

Screams fill the room. The barn shakes. A window cracks. And then there is silence. Not even a cricket dared to chirp.



Her day always starts the same. The sun rises. The rooster yells. Bettie hops out of her rickety, wooden bed, slips on her knit slippers and runs downstairs.



Yes, Bettie is just a simple,

country

girl.



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Profile by Jodie
Thank you thursday for adopting Bettie to me :heart: