She had killed them. She had killed them all. She had killed them for laughing at her, and forever making her the butt of all of their jokes. She had even killed momma, but momma she regretted killing. She missed momma. In her dying breaths she cried for momma. Momma, who was so free of sin, momma who had stabbed her with a knife, momma who had tried to murder her two times before and had finally succeeded. Carrie still regretted killing momma.

She woke up to find herself in her room, wearing her pajamas, with no blood in sight. She looked around at her blue and green walls in a befuddled sort of daze, trying to figure out what had happened until she came upon the realization that it had all been a dream. Everyone was still alive. The town of Chamberlain, Maine was in perfect working order. And Momma was ok, momma wasn't crazy, and had never locked Carrie in the closet to pray, had never shrieked about how sinful everyone was, had never tried to kill anyone, and had never told anyone that they were going to hell just because they were wearing a swimsuit or having a beer over dinner. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water and further contemplate her disturbing nightmare.

It must have been one of those anxious dreams. The kind where it's the first day of school and you forgot to put on pants, or you get an F on your final exam. The prom was tomorrow, and she had been very surprised when Tommy had asked her. Carrie had never imagined that it would have been him to ask her. Carrie had never imagined that anybody would have asked her. She wasn't the most popular person, and after that incident in the locker room… She didn't even want to think about that.

Carrie hadn't been surprised in the dream when it had been Chris and Billy to dump the pig's blood on her. Chris had always been the bully. She wasn't surprised either when it had been Sue to find her in the parking lot. Sue was the closest thing she had to a friend. What had surprised her was that Mrs. Desjarden, her gym coach, had tried to help her in the dream. Of all the people to choose for that role, Carrie would have never thought it would be her. The gym teacher had never been a big part of Carrie's life, had never done anything interesting or helpful or different. That was puzzling.

Carrie finished her glass of water and looked around the kitchen. Something seemed wrong but she couldn't exactly place it. The clock on the microwave read 6:30 in the morning, as did the clock above the kitchen table. The refrigerator was in its place, as was the oven. The calendar read July 24th… but that wasn't right. It was a day before the prom, which was on May 27th. She jumped slightly as the door opened behind her.

She heard someone shriek, then take a few calming breaths. "Oh, good morning Carrie, I'm surprised to see that you're awake."

"huh?" Carrie was now utterly perplexed

"You've been in a coma since I found you in that parking lot. I thought you would be stuck like that forever." The person continued while she smoothed down her bleach white shorts.

Again, all Carrie could manage was a befuddled grunt

"Since what happened on prom night, I've been very worried about you, but I'm pretty sure as long as you stick with me, nothing like the Chamberlain Massacre will ever happen again." The person seemed not to notice Carrie's growing bafflement. "How's your shoulder by the way?"

Carrie looked down to see a fading scar on her right shoulder, before turning around to see who was speaking. Miss Desjardin stood in the doorway with a half cautious, half relieved smile on her face. So the dream had been real.

"What you did was amazing, Carrie. I've been thinking…a lot. Ya wanna have some fun?"