'You remember don't you? Her eyes rolled back almost lifeless except for the evident horror that filled them. The sound of trickling blood and sirens echoing around, the thick stench of sweat that cloaked the air. I'm quite sure it must have been beautiful, it was your art after all'
"MISS HALLE" The teacher called out as she dropped her phone scrambling out of class, her palms over her mouth. Her face looked even more petrified than Jenna's. I felt an earnest twitch by the curl of my lips. I had gotten my lead.
"You're not supposed to leave class without a pass, don't make me give you a demerit" Mr Anderson, our homeroom teacher called out again, only this time tapping his pen against his desk, maybe trying to display an ounce of intimidating authority. That was all he could do honestly, it was easy to recognise teachers like him, all bark and no bite.
The whole class stared at the door, as if trying to decipher the reason behind Freya's outburst. I walked over to her seat, picked up her phone and bolted after her vaguely hearing my name being called out. Probably the dumbass teacher.
In the hallway, I stopped in my tracks. It was empty, save for the long arrays of lockers positioned in a lattice-like formation. From where I was standing I gazed ahead in a sudden trance. The lockers to my right was Freya's. Staring intently and being coerced by a force I couldn't quite comprehend, I stepped closer, every inch slowly and steadily, taking bit puffs of my breath. Once in front of the locker I held my sanity punching in the combination 032...
"DON'T" gasping I choked on cold air while taking a mental reminder that my inhaler was far from reach as a hand grabbed my shoulder spinning me around. It was Nate. The Nathaniel Diego Del-russe. I had been caught.