This is something that arose from a dream. I actually woke up crying because it terrified me.
A Killer Smile
"George
is such a shit. Who let him attend this school?" Logan waited to see if I would defend my
friend, before he continued. "Frankly speaking, his mom should have
aborted him before anyone had to deal with him..."
His
words were burned into my memory. That conversation had taken place three days
ago, and now the whole situation had spiraled out of control.
Let
me start at the beginning, I attend Saint Rowan Prep School for the ultra-wealthy.
Where there are no rules, only money talks, and silence is the golden rule. My
parents thought the chance to rub shoulders with other elite kids would benefit
me. If only they knew the truth.
Logan is a top state Senators son, he controls the school.
His wealth and connections allow for any behavior. George, on the other hand,
comes from humble beginnings. The school gave him a scholarship to attend.
Logan
and George have been butting heads from the moment George walked through the
door. George is all right, he just has no social training. Logan cannot accept that George is okay with
who he is.
George
knew something about Logan,
something big. He wouldn’t tell me anything, but I told him to leave it alone. George
refused to listen to my advice, instead setting this into motion.
I
had just come in from rugby practice and opened my locker when the lights went
out. At first, I just thought it was a normal power outage. I grabbed the
flashlight from my bag. That’s when I heard Logan’s voice from a row over.
“You
should have listened to your friend.”
The
sounds coming from the other side of the lockers left the taste of terror in my
mouth. I knew they were killing him, and could do nothing to stop them. They
would just as easily enjoy killing me.
The
cheering a sickening concerto to the sound of a bat hitting flesh and bone over
and over. I closed my eyes against the sounds, even knowing that it wouldn’t
help. I bit into my lip, holding in every bit of horror, as his screams faded
to weak gurgling sounds. The beating didn’t stop until they knew for sure he
was dead.
The
flashlight I held trembled from the shivers wracking my body. I could not turn
it on for fear of discovery, the darkness while my prison was also my
camouflage. My heart thumped inside my chest as a sick feeling overwhelmed me.
I almost ended up on my knees, losing the contents of my stomach. The lights
coming back on, kept me standing.
I
knew that Logan
would be there any second. I gulped deep breaths, trying to compose myself.
Footsteps and then he stepped around the corner. The bloody bat in his hand was
a silent warning that matched the killer smile he wore. “There’s been a bit of
an accident.”
1 comments:
You are a vivid dreamer, like me. I too have had dreams from which I've awakened sobbing. Ugh. I'm so sorry you had this dream, but good for you for writing it out. It's a brave thing to shine light on the darkness.
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