The Skinwalker

“Gosh, I'm hideous!” Lexie looked into the mirror, touching her face and long, curly, fluffy dark brown hair, staring into her greyish-blue eyes. She pinched her mixed skin. "Oh, come on, you're not that bad; stop overreacting,” Hanna said, rolling her eyes at Lexie. “Easy for you to say! You're pretty with your silky black hair, brown eyes, red lips, and snow-white skin. You look like a goddess with that hair!” Lexie said, looking at Hanna’s every detail.
“Why thank you? How about you come kiss your goddess then?” Hanna teased. “Haha, very funny," said Lexie. 
“Do you have any extra lip gloss? I need some,” Lexie said while putting water on her lips. "Nope, not at all,” said Hanna. “Damn it, this is the worst day of my life." 
The after-school bell rang as they left the girl's bathroom. "Look, there’s Bella!” Lexie pointed at a girl with Latina skin, dark green eyes, and smooth, curly dark brown hair in a ponytail. “Her outfit today is amazing! The purple sweater, white shirt, black choker, white shoes, star bracelet, and everything!” Lexie sighed “How I wish I was her; she catches everyone's attention and is so popular!” Lexie stared at Isabella from afar with awe. "Ugh, would you shut up? You're not even ugly. I don't know what makes you think you are.” Hanna said in an annoyed tone, "Well, I'm going to go get my nails done; see you later," while walking off.
Lexie continued to stare at Isabella from afar until she sighed and eventually walked off, getting her school bag and walking to the bus stop.
The bus ride home was a long one. Lexie sat by the window of the bus, her eyes glued to her phone, scrolling on Isabella’s Instagram page. Lexie couldn't focus on anything else; she fantasized about switching places with Isabella. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. What was wrong with her? Lexie had to admit that she envied every attribute that Isabella possessed.
She stared out the window, remembering back to what Hanna had said just a few minutes ago. "I'm not ugly, yeah, right," Lexie mutterered to herself. She felt a twinge of sadness wash over her as she remembered how everyone always seemed to gravitate towards Isabella.
The bus came to a stop, and she got up and walked out, longingly taking her key and unlocking the door to her apartment. Lexie entered and threw her backpack onto the living room couch. Sitting on the couch, I slunk over a bit. She was still thinking about Isabella and how she wished she had everything that girl had. Her beauty, her style, her personality—everything 
Her mom got back from work, unlocking the door, coming in, and talking to Lexie in an ecstatic tone. “Lexie! I just got done talking to Mrs.Jones and her daughter, Fiona; she’s doing ballet! You should take beauty notes from her; you need them.”
Lexie couldn't take her mother's joyful demeanor. It annoyed her so much; she had too much on her mind to listen to her. She ignored her mom and proceeded to the bathroom. Lexie locked the bathroom door and closed the blinds. She looked into the mirror and studied her face.
“Lexie Marley Johnson! Don’t you dare walk away from me when I’m talking to you!”
"God, you're such an ugly brat,” her mom mumbled under her breath before walking off.
The rude words from her mother only fueled Lexie's negative thoughts. Her mother’s harsh insults only confirmed those feelings. Lexie looked at herself in the mirror with tears starting to well up in her eyes.
A few months passed, and Lexie had written in her diary every night about her admiration for Isabella. Lexie was obsessed with everything about Isabella: everything she wore, how she styled her hair, how she carried herself, her skin, everything. She didn't realize how much this obsession was affecting her mentally and emotionally.
Her mom knocked on her door before speaking in a loud voice. "Lexie, Mrs. Jones and Fiona are here! I invited them over for a chat!” Lexie was incredibly annoyed when she heard her mother's voice. She hated that her mother was insistent on making her hang out with Fiona, especially because she constantly compared herself to Fiona. Fiona was a much prettier and smarter girl than she was. Lexie quickly closed her diary and hid it under her bed. She got up and walked out of her room to greet them.
She walked into the living room, seeing Fiona sitting on the couch with Mrs.Jones talking to her mom and having a nice conversation.
"Fiona, you’re so fucking pretty, like, oh my god. You should give Lexie some huge beauty tips seriously.” Her mom waved her hand around while complimenting Fiona, who replied with a thank-you. 
Lexie felt jealous while standing on the sidelines, watching Mother fawn over Fiona. Lexie hated the way her mom constantly compared her to other girls, which only served to hurt her self-esteem and increase her feelings of inferiority. She wanted to go hide in her room, but she knew she had to pretend to be polite. She had nothing against Fiona; it's just that she couldn't stop feeling inferior when she was around her.
She walked over and stood awkwardly next to her mom.
"Y'know, I think you and Lex would be great sisters! Hell, I love you like my own child. How about you show Lexie how your French is coming?” Her mom spoke excitedly. 
“Sure!” Fiona turned to Lexie and started speaking French to her. “Bonjour Lexie, belle journée pour le thé, tu ne dis pas?” She spoke quite clearly and perfectly. Lexie’s mom and Mrs.Jones clapped, making Fiona blush. 
Lexie was shocked by Fiona's sudden ability to speak fluent French. She stared at her in awe. She was completely mesmerized, and yet she felt jealous that she couldn’t make her mom happy like that. She looked over at her mother, who was beaming with pride at Fiona.
The next day, school was ending. Lexie went into the girl's bathroom to use one of the stalls. She put her book bag against the wall and went to use it, but once she finished, she saw her backpack zipped open with Isabella and her friend Stacy reading her diary! Isabella looked utterly disgusted reading through the diary about how she wanted to be her while her friend was cackling and getting a kick out of the situation.
Lexie's heart sank when she saw Isabella and Stacy. She felt horrified as she saw that they were going through her diary and reading it. She was mortified at the thought that the girl she admired so much was reading about how much she had obsessed over her. Lexie felt humiliated and embarrassed beyond words.
Isabella ran out of the girls bathroom, into the school hallway, and outside into the alleyway nearby. Lexie chased after Isabella in a panic. She was desperate to apologize and explain herself. She didn't want Isabella to think that she was some kind of stalker or creep. She just wanted to clear things up and let Isabella know that she didn't do anything malicious. She hoped that Isabella would believe her and be willing to listen to what she had to say.
"Isabella wait! It’s not what you think! I’m sorry! Wait please!” She said it out of breath.
Isabella turned to her angrily. “What the fuck do you want from me, you little creep?" She shoved her.
“Thanks to you, I’ll be the second laughing stock in school next to you! Why do you want to be me anyway? Huh? What’s the matter with you?! She slapped her. “I swear, that’s why your mother doesn’t love you because you're a freak! Yeah, Hanna told me what you had going on!!”
Her own best friend told Isabella about her family problems. She felt enraged at Hanna, at Isabella for bringing it up, at her mom for comparing her to other girls, and at everybody! She picked up the nearest pole, bashing Isabella in the head with it until she stopped moving. She stared at her body until she realized what she had done.
“Oh my gosh, what have I done? What do I do?? I killed Isabella. I’m a murderer! Oh my gosh!!” She started thinking extremely hard. She stopped and picked up the body before walking back home and placing the body in her room. She stared at the body until she hit a sick, twisted idea in her head.
“She’s dead, right? Her skin looks so magnificent. Maybe I could take it off carefully and stitch it onto my flesh. Then I’ll be pretty!”
She ran to the bathroom, dragging the body along with her, locking the door and getting her mother’s stitches, a small blade, and some medicine to stop the bleeding.
Lexie began to take all of Isabella’s skin off before taking all of her own skin off, stitching it onto her flesh, and taking the medication. She stared at her new self in the mirror and put her hand on it.
“I look so pretty and unique! This is a dream come true!!” She squealed, giggling.
Lexie looked in the mirror at her new face. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her skin was flawless. She had finally achieved her dream of being pretty. She laughed and laughed and laughed as she spun around in front of the mirror.
Lexie heard the front door to the house unlock as she ran out of the bathroom in a state of euphoria. She was giddy with excitement and joy at her successful transformation. She wanted to show her mother the new her. She ran over to her mom, who had just walked in the front door and showed her her new skin, expecting her to be impressed.
“Oh my gosh, who the hell are you?!?!??” Her mom jumped back upon seeing her. Lexie froze at her mom's reaction, expecting her to be amazed at her new look, but instead was greeted by terror and confusion. "Mom, it's me, Lexie. I had surgery done, nothing to worry about! How do you like it?”
“Why would you get surgery to remove your skin and replace it?!” Her mom said she was confused.
Lexie started to panic, knowing her cover was blown. She frantically came up with an excuse. "Uhhh, I had a skin condition. I had a rare skin condition that made my body attack itself, so the only way to cure it was to have my skin removed and replaced with someone else's.
“Lex, you don’t have a skin condition. Now tell me what’s going on here. What’s that smell? Is there something dying in here?" 
Lexie felt a sharp feeling in her stomach. Her mom was starting to connect the dots. She looked at her mom directly in the eyes. "I swear, Mom. It's not what you think. Just trust me," she said nervously.
Her mom walked to the bathroom, opening the door, then quickly closing it, looking sick.
"You didn't..” she said, petrified.
"Lexie, this is something you need to be locked up for! Or at least in a mental hospital!! I'm calling the police!” As she was dialing the digits for 911, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down, seeing a knife through her body, before looking at Lexie and making eye contact with her before dropping to the ground dead. Lexie took the knife out of her mother’s chest and ran to the nearest forest, running for a long time, stopping to catch her breath, and staring at her hands for a long period of time until she heard a twig snap behind her. When she looked behind her, nothing was there, but when she turned back around, she was greeted by an extremely slender, pale humanoid figure wearing a pitch-black suit and a blank face.
A month later, there was a report on people found dead out in the woods. Lots of bodies were found without any skin. The only survivor said the person who attacked them had dyed ginger hair, green eyes, and stitches. They also said that she could change her voice really well. 
From then on people called this infamous killer The Skinwalker.
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