Sinner

FIVE YEARS LATER

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"What did the cherry-haired girl do to make everyone so scared of her?" One of the new Sophomore girls asked another three in front of the wide mirror of the girls' restroom, while I hid in the 7th booth, standing over the closed toilet so they won't know I'm here and stop talking about me.

I'm finally in Junior year, and though classes started back in August 17th, there was a conflict back in Palermo, in which nonno needed me, that made me stay there until yesterday, and I came back last night, October 2nd, my 18th birthday is in 7 days. And the new kids who arrived this year only got to know me now, though knowing-me is an overstatement.

"Who is she?" Another new girl asked curiously.

"Some call her Dona, some call her Ella, some call her Ari, others call her Anna, and many call her Franceschini. She's Donatella Arianna Di Angelini Franceschini," Daniela Acquarone a sophomore who's been here even before I have, told her. "The heiress of the Franceschini mafia familie from Palermo, Sicily. She's a real psychopath through and through, don't let her beauty fool you. She's gorgeous, yes, but all devils are hot to tempt us to sin, and she's a devil herself. Sick as fuck in the head."

"Franceschini?" The two new girls squeak in dismay.

"As in the billionaire Italian empire?" The new girl who asked who I was, asked in shock. "They are part of the mafia?"

"Not part of the mafia, Angela," Sibilla Trapanese who's always with Daniela whispered, "they are the mafia. Mamma told me that she met Franceschini's parents before they died and she's a perfect mix of both, with her paternal nonno's eyes, she took her papa's black hair, but she has been dyeing ever since she turned 15 in cherry red. Her parents were pure class and you could tell they were dangerous by the look in their eyes."

"Yes," Daniela nodded, "papa told me that they were both brutally murdered in front of Franceschini when she was barely 10 years old, and that she's lost her fucking mind. Right on the spot, after watching them both being murdered, she grabbed her papa's guns, since it happened in his office and shot the fuckers who did that until they turned into Swiss cheese."

"She only didn't manage to kill the actual killer with the bullets, so she grabbed one of the butcher knives they used to stab her parents, jumped over him while he was down because of the bullet in his leg, and she stabbed him so violently on his chest, throat, and skull, that he turned into a pudding of human meat and blood and bones, unrecognizable. Even then, she kept stabbing his remains, until her nonno got to her and grabbed her away."

"The scars you saw on her? Her parents' murder gave it to her, as he tried to fight for his life while she killed him, at 10 years old," Daniela mumbled. "She got so traumatized, she stayed catatonic for almost a whole year, numb, empty, then when she came back to consciousness, she cried for three months, panicking none-stop. Then, when she turned 13, little after her birthday, she ran from home, armed till the last string of her hair, and left to where her parents' killer's family lived, then she used a grenade to put everyone unconscious and killed everyone including the little kids."

They weren't little kids to me, come on. They were my age.

"Seems like she disobeyed her nonno countless of times and that was the snapping point," Sibilla added. "She came back to Palermo driving a stolen car and covered in their blood from head to toe, but with not even a light cut. Then she collapsed and after she woke up, her nonno threw her in here. But I heard that every time she goes back home on summertime, she causes a massacre, going on a killing-spree over another familie that's enemies with hers."

"I heard she murdered more than half a 1000," Daniela theorized.

What? No. I killed 783. Hah, they always have wrong information. They can't even gossip with the right sources.

"The men in her familie have a history of attending Scarlatti, which was how she got here, and probably how they managed to bend lots of the rules for her. Her nonno was classmates with the director," Sibilla told them.

"Bend what rules?" The other new girl asked.

"We can't have any technology in here, right, Rossana?" Daniela told her and the girl made an agreement sound. "Well, she has. Not normal phones, tablets, TVs, smartwatches, or laptops, but she has one restricted phone, headset phones and ear pods."

"What?" The girl Sibilla called Angela gasped.

"But it's because she has severe Dyslexia," Sibilla added. "She can not read like us, so they adapted all the books in the library, the textbooks, and everything else in audio for her. The library was all adapted, there's a code in all the books that is she points the camera of the phone to it, it'll add the audio of it to her phone."

"Don't let that fool you though," Daniella chuckled, "she is a devil and a monstrous troublemaker, but she's bizarrely intelligent. Arrogantly so, she is the valedictorian every year in her grade. All so she can end the school soon, she hates in here, she made that clear to everyone already. She constantly causes a hoard of trouble, breaking stuff, disrespecting everyone, mocking the Priestesses and the Priests, getting into fights with anyone who pisses her off."

"She almost killed more than 15 students since she arrived in here. That would have gotten her expulsion, but she doesn't, because that's what she wants. Every trouble she causes is calculated, to piss everyone off until they expel her. She refused to adapt in here, and she's constantly punished. Not only that," Sibilla lowered her voice, "she hooks up with girls and boys in the school, and she's been caught having sex with two boys in the male restroom at the beginning of last year, then again with four boys in the forest in the last winter, and again with more two boys in the gymnasium restroom last April. And though she hasn't been caught hooking up with girls yet, she definitely will."

"But that's against the rules," Angela gasped.

"Franceschini doesn't give a shit about the rules," Daniela scoffed. "And that would definitely gain her an expulsion, but even so, she didn't get it, because again, that's what she's after."

"Was she punished?" Rossana asked haunted.

"Yes. We don't know how, but she was taken to the Priest!"

The new girls gasped at Sibilla's words, "The headmaster?"

"Yes," the older girls nodded.

"But I heard only our parents get to meet him," Angela gasped.

"Exactly. He only take care of lost causes himself, and he's the one who punishes Franceschini personally. She always gets thrown into his own office in the northeastern tower, and we only hear her screams!" Sibilla said.

"I heard she's also a masochist, that might be why," Daniela added. "There's no other explanation. She's a masochist psychopath, who does all she can think of to try getting expelled."

"Oh, but you have to see her brother in the school events. He comes with her nonno every time," Sibilla beamed. "He is sooooo hot, like a male version of her, but more immaculate. He's our age, and he's,"

Tired of their bullshit and stupid theories, I jumped from the toilet seat, and the four gasped, realizing there was someone here with them. Then I kicked the door open and met them with a wicked grin on, and horror filled their eyes, in the most hilarious manner possible.

"You can even gossip right, can you?" I mocked. "First of all, I am not a psychopath. They have no feelings and they're born that way, whereas I have feelings, I'm just closed off with my familie. And what makes you think I wanna be expelled from here?" I tilted my head amusedly. "Why would I get the best grades if I want to be expelled? Are you stupid?" Then I turned my death glare to Sibilla, "You better stop having lewd thoughts about my little brother, Trapanese, he's compromised and outta your league, he would never be with a troublemaker like the dumb kids in this place."

Washing my hands with the mint soap, I stared at my wine red nails which I polished on my way here, sharpening them like cat claws. Then, I walked out of the restroom, leaving them there, shaking in fear.

Expelled? Hah, they couldn't be more wrong.

I don't do what I did to get expelled. I do it to get punished.

Not because I'm a masochist, but because of who punishes me. I'm only able to see the Priest when I do something horrible such as an orgy with those stupid boys.

Sure, the first time I did something that got me to be punished by him, when I was 15, I did it to get expelled. But after I laid my eyes on that men? Jesus forgive my sins, because I became an official sinner. I'll do any-thing I have to, to get punished by him again, because it's him, and he's so devilishly hot that I always loose my breath looking at him.

If living a Priest and wanting to be fucked by him is a sin.

I'll be the worse sinner humanity has seen.