Good Girl Gone Bad

"I'm not there yet!"
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## Good Girl Gone Bad

### Director

Potato Flakin

***Good Girl Gone Bad*** is the second chapter of *Two-Sided*.

## Synopsis

Now rotten to her core, and believing she's turned her life around for the better, Daniela begins a reign of terror that makes her own mother and everyone else run away from her. She also finds herself enjoying - and lusting - for any kind of pain she desires.

## Content Warning

*This chapter contains blood, violence, obscene gestures (the middle finger), and detailed masochism (self-harm for pleasure) scenes. Viewer discretion is heavily advised.*

## Transcript

The day following my realization, I worked to make myself determined. No weakness would seep through any cracks that I was now paving over with a new persona. People were below me; I was superior and dominant. A blue sweater I purchased months ago would be my defining outfit.

Walking out of my room, smiling in contempt, I grabbed my school things and jumped into my mom's car. *They don't know what's coming for them. Ha!* I thought. I walked into that school building and was ready to let the bullies come at me. Which they did.

"Oh lookie! *Buntail* is hopping around again! Why so full of pride?" Jeered the girl from earlier. Instantly, I rounded on her, slamming her against the maroon lockers of the hall. Taken aback, she glanced into my burning amber eyes, which were desiring vengeance and blood. "Listen here, you little witchling. If you pick on me again, your life will be *nothing* but suffering and pain. Lots of it." For good measure, I slammed her head against the lockers, causing her to squeal and run away in terror, and I laughed. This was so *fun*.

I loved the feel of beating up people, especially that of my bullies. I became very hungry for their fear and submission, almost *longing* to feast on it daily. I wanted *more*. So, each and every day, I went after everyone I could, making it my new mission. Everyone began to get alarmed by my sudden change in behavior, though Rex was not quite aware yet.

Two girls and one boy in the hallway had the audacity to even approach me, to try to talk to me, thinking that something was wrong. Hadn't they realized that I *had* turned my life around for the better? I hit each and every one on their face, scaring them away. Pride swelled inside of me, giving me so much amounts of pleasure it almost made me daydream of what I could do to constantly feel so happy. Sadism was like heaven. The feel of simply *hurting* people made me happy, so incredibly happy. This persona really fixed things, I thought then.

Now, I needed kicks out of *everyone*.

However, there was one thing that was holding back from achieving my full potential - bisexuality. All these cute girls and boys would pass by me, look at me, trying to get me to talk to them. The feeling was so embarrassing and uncomfortable that it was suffocating. I needed a way to fix this burden that would make me turn into a tomato *and* prevent me from getting the sadism I so desperately wanted. I began to teach myself that there was no way I was ever bisexual. I had never once dated a girl. I never knew any girl I was close with. And I was *perfectly straight*.

That logic became engrained in my head. Soon enough, I never once panicked around a boy or girl. I had an ego, and it was straight with zero faults whatsoever. Perfection.

Soon after that, Rex began to hear - and see - what I was doing.

"Hey, Dani, can I ask you a question?" A sixth grade girl with curly hair asked me.

"How about this? **Get out of my way, and NEVER CALL ME DANI**!" I snapped, and the girl jumped back in horror, tears welling in her eyes. I cackled in delight. "Only call me Daniela, and learn to stay out of my way. That's just the way I like it. Though, you can keep me busy if you decide you want me to bruise that pretty brown face of yours." Screaming, she ran away. This was so *satisfying*.

Then, a hand grabbed me behind the back of my blue sweater and dragged me into an office. Rex's hand. I felt her nails pierce the skin of my neck that bullies touched long ago. I didn't care about the pain.

"*Sit down*," Rex ordered angrily, her gaze mixed with hurt and disappointment. I obeyed her command. "May I help you, mother?"

"Yes, you can, by not being some rude bully! Daniela, I honestly have *no idea* what has gotten into you these past two weeks. You've been treating students so poorly that it's like you aren't even close to your old self! I don't want to have to send you to a different school!"

I openly laughed. Put me in a different school? Really? Pathetic. "I'm taking back my life and taking pleasure in something I actually enjoy. Do your dang job, and let me do *mine*. You're only just going to get in my way."

Rex was shocked by what I had just told her. "Daniela Burton Vunquist, take that back immediately!"

"Why should I? Besides, don't you have work to do, *Rexalia*? ***HEY STAFF, YOUR PRINCIPAL IS A SLACKER***!" I yelled sarcastically. Everyone in the staff room nearby was startled by my comment.

Rex's face was red, and she was livid. "**Get out of here**!" She snapped.

"Alright," I shrugged, walking out. As I did, I smugly turned around - and gave her the middle finger. I felt an icy glare hit me while I shoved other students out of my way roughly. This was only what I wanted. The attention, all the sweet, juicy attention.

*I didn't really give a fudge.*

Daniela Burton Vunquist became the most horrible, the most vile, the most disgusting name to hear in Pineshadow middle school. I was launched into fame, and oh boy, did I love it. I became known as the wild child who couldn't be controlled by anyone, not even her own mother. She'd been made into a fool by me while I reached infamy.

One week after the incident in the office, my computer teacher, Mrs. Limon, assigned me to sit far away from the rest of the class.

"Miss Burton Vunquist, you're *sitting here* for the last few weeks of this year!" She spat. "If you choose to continue being such a disgrace to education, I'll see to it that Principal Rex expells you. Understood?"

I simply laid my boots on the desk, drawing in the looks of amazement everyone gave me. Then, I took a deep breath, and said, "You were a disgrace to your previous husband, maybe that's why he divorced you." Gasps ran amuck throughout the classroom. Someone played the horn from *Inception*.

Mrs. Limon was enraged, dragging me out of my seat. "Do not ***EVER*** bring up personal matters in my class, young lady! Would you like to be expelled right now?"

"Try me, *Lemon*. Cause I don't really give a-" I paused, then waggled one very certain finger near my chest. "Get it? Stay out of my way. I have a life goal to accomplish."

Mrs. Limon then gave up, sighing. She dragged me back into class. I loved the feel of rebellion and acting like a punk rocker outcast. I was lonely, but all the attention was making up for it.

Somehow, I felt a continious pain in my heart that was there every single day. I sought to kill it, and figured it was inflicted on me by someone. I hated Rex, for certain, but she wasn't behind it. I swear it was a girl who I thought put that pain there, but I couldn't *remember* who. I could see a figure in my visions, but I couldn't recognize them. It didn't matter to me then. I found comfort hurting others anyway.

Blatant sadism. The pain of others that fills you with pleasure. It felt so *good* being so rotten and bad. All the bullying had stopped because I tore my enemies down like a true savage. It was like drinking a fine cup of coffee in the morning. I took a lot of pride in myself for being the biggest trash-talker, the most feared in Pineshadow. Rex could try stopping me with punishments, but if she did, she never tried hard enough. In fact, it only made me more determined to get more of my fun.

I was the good girl gone bad, the most despised, the very definition of a bully.

My sadism didn't stop there. It soon stemmed into another trait that gave me so much more pleasure, one that made me beg for so much more, one that even made me *drool* because it was so *amazing* to feel.

Masochism.

*Your own pain for pleasure.*

It was a simple accident. I had been walking in the kitchen and Rex accidentally hit me square on the nose, leaving a small bruise there. I was momentarily dizzy, but the tingling from where I was hit felt... Nice. I ran in the bathroom, examining that small spot, and I touched it. I felt a dose of painful pleasure course through my veins. From there, I lost control of myself.

The sensation of feeling pain somewhere on my body made me happy. The feel was so intense, the good kind of intense. It made me feel so passionate that I craved *more* of my own pain, not only to ease the turmoil in my heart, but to give me even more kicks than before.

When my mother wasn't looking, I'd purposely hit myself against something hard or sharp. I loved the feel. It was what I was *yearning* for. The feelings inside of me eased when I gave myself pain, needing to hurt as badly as I wanted to. All of the emotions made me groan so giddily.

In my room, I'd hit my head against the posts of my bed. I'd *bite* into my own skin to feel pain, chewing myself like a rabid animal, tasting my salty blood sometimes. I would rub myself against sharp edges of a table or counter, the edges of paper, the edge of anything pointy.

Teeth marks were all over my arms and my knees. I was so happy putting on a freakshow that I didn't even care if I bled. My own blood tasted so pure and so, so *delicious*.

One time, my mother caught me. She had knocked on my door. "Daniela, honey? Are you okay?"

Panicking, I quickly tore my teeth away from my skin, even blushing. "Yes! I'm completely fine!"

"You have so many marks on your skin... Are you itching? Here, take this lotion, *but don't use it all*. I expect you to share, young lady." She walked out.

I placed the lotion on my nightstand. Then, using my back to block the door, I continued biting into myself to give me the sweet feel of fresh pain. The pleasure was *immense*.

I dug my fingernails into bruises, and sharpened them so they felt like daggers each time I did so. I bit my own tongue so much that it had tiny indents. I raked my gums with a glass shard so they could bleed and provide me with my own blood to drink in content.

When I'd actually itch, I'd scratch myself so hard that my arm or leg had white marks on it. Sometimes, I could see just a tiny bit of scarlet blood on me as well.

This was exactly what I'd wanted, and not once did I consider getting help. I'd fixed my life, and now I gave myself a world I could live in.

To rub extra salt into the wound that I *wanted* to keep growing, I was only twelve. *Twelve*. And I was acting like I was a troubled adult who was ready to kill.

I would continue bullying others into submission, bend them to my will. Get them to leave me alone. One of my most frequent targets was a girl with long, fluffy light brown hair, and leaf-green eyes that often shone with delight.

That girl was Mya Heartley.

When she wasn't looking, I'd grab her backpack, whirl her around, and snarl at her violently. Her bubbly face was too bright for my liking. It only ruined my mood.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the little *disaster* that is Mya Heartley," I taunted her as she walked down the hall one time.

She turned to face me, fists clenched in irritation. "Go away!" She said, beginning to walk away from me. I grabbed her by the back of her shirt collar, forcing her to face me again.

"Let me go!" She retorted. "I just want to get to class!"

"Oh, that's unfortunate. I was looking for some *fun*!" I then slammed her into a nearby brick pillar, and she groaned in pain. Seeing me so close to her face, she gasped in shock.

"Alright, alright! What do you want from me?" She was terrified, and that fed my sadistic soul, which was constantly hungry for the suffering of others.

"For you to stay here until the bell rings so I can watch your little sad puppy-eyed face. It's so fun seeing you be so distressed around me. Gives me a kick. My coffee, so to say," I told her. "And you're filling me up with energy right now!"

Mya squeaked. Everyone was glancing at us as they continued transitioning to their next classes. The poor girl could do nothing to escape me as time dwindled quickly.

Then, out of nowhere, a strong hand sharply hit me on the back of the neck, causing Mya to dash away from me, escaping from my clutch. Turning around, I saw a light-skinned girl with black hair, glasses, and dark green eyes staring back at me, angrier than the stormiest sea.

Evie Ly. Mya's Vietnamese-American, headstrong, and insanely intelligent best friend.

"Don't you dare hurt Mya when I'm around, *Dumbiela*. Did you happen to forget that I'm trained in martial arts? You're asking to be kicked in the stomach after school today."

"What gives you that pretty tough thought, Ly? Do realize that I'm the most hated in this rodeo, and that I'm-"

"Because your dumb rear-ended self is being watched by your mother."

"**WHAT**?" I turned around, and everyone laughed around me as I found my mother's blue gaze boring directly into my soul.

Without speaking, and clearly upset with me, Rex hauled me into her office and reprimanded me heavily for hurting Mya. But who gave a fudge about parental figures? I didn't. So each day, I would pick on Mya, make her into my target practice until Evie or my mother intervened. Each time Rex punished me, I'd only put the middle finger to it. She could disappear for all I cared.

By now, I was loathed by everyone, even my own mother. I would *never* be stopped from being a stone-cold bully at heart longing for pain, either from me, or by anyone who was terrified by my devious looks. Seeing the fear on people's faces when I was around quenched my ever-growing desires for pleasure.

I was rotten to my core. My heart was a dark display of revolting fantasies. And I loved myself for being who I was.

## Cast

* **Eden Riegel** as Daniela
* **Dee Bradley Baker** and **Kari Wahlgren** as additional voices
* **Nora Dunn** as Rex
* **Nika Futterman** as Mrs. Limon
* **Dakota Fanning** as Mya
* **Peyton Elizabeth Lee** as Evie

## Trivia

* This chapter marks the first time Mrs. Limon has a speaking role, and the first time any form of obscene gesture (the middle finger) is used in the series.
	+ It is revealed that:
	+ Mrs. Limon has been married twice.
	+ Daniela was a frequent trash-talker and also gave the middle finger to anyone who tried to tame her, not caring about how much trouble she ended up in.
	+ Mya was Daniela's frequent bullying target.
	+ Daniela is masochistic, and loves inflicting pain on herself to feel pleasure.
	+ Daniela and Evie have had a history of conflict.
	+ Daniela has struggled with internalized homophobia.
* Av says that this was one of her favorite *Two-Sided* chapters to write.
* The horn from *Inception* was an easter egg to one of Av's favorite sound effects.
* When Daniela says that she "doesn't give a fudge" about getting in trouble, she references the Rihanna and Slash song *Rockstar 101*.
* While explaining her addiction to masochism, Daniela states that it exactly what she is yearning for. This is a reference to the Rihanna song *S&M*.