Justice For Miss Gertrude.

-3-

CHAPTER 3

I walked down the hallways sweating and shitting bricks. What the fuck was that. I'm usually able to contain myself, and keep my temper in check. I turned the corner and jogged as quickly as I could to my locker. I needed to just go home and rest. Maybe I'm just coming down with something. A mental break, maybe?

I crouch down to my bottom locker and turn the knob, turning it at each combination. As I do this, I think back on that burning feeling in my chest. It was like a fire that couldn't be extinguished. But what was weirder was, I didn't want to put it out. The feeling was addictive, like a new drug.

I grab my books, and just shove them all into my backpack. I'm not sure what I would need for homework so I just take it all. I can't believe I'm even worrying about homework at a time like this. This must be my mid-life crisis. Yeah. Loosing your mind for a mid-life crisis. Happens to everyone. Right?

I shove my hair back, which is continuing to fall out of its place. As it's pushed back, it falls directly back to where it was before. What a pain. I swing my backpack over my shoulder, and push myself off the ground, tumbling back a bit at the weight of my books.

I walk over towards the stairs ready to walk downstairs. I look up, still rushing with my backpack still haphazardly hanging from my shoulder. Walking up the stairs, and straight towards me, is the shitty english teacher. What was his name? Mr. Brown? Sounds right. Suits him too, with his beige sweater and cheesy, unflattering khakis. God, I could see the bags under his eyes from here. Old men are disgusting.

Coffee in hand, he looks up at me with a tired look in his eye. The same kind of eyes that stare uncomfortably into your soul, leaving you feeling violated and wondering if anything is going on in that brain of his. I keep speed walking, hoping he won't ask any questions or bother me. Of fucking course thats not possible though.

"Millie." He said in a monotone voice. I hold in the urge to roll my eyes, and turn to face Mr. Brown, shifting my weight on the steps.

"Yes sir?" I strain to smile.

"Aren't you supposed to be at lunch right now?"

"Well here's the thing I was just going-" I begin, only to be abruptly cut off.

"Whatever. I don't care. Just get to where you need to be." He rudely says. Fucking bitch.

I huff, and continue walking towards him. I feel my skin starting to boil, the now familiar feeling of heat spreading throughout me. I tighten my fist and blink my eyes rapidly, almost as if I'm about to cry. Of course I'm not, but I can still feel the pressure building and building in my head. And, as if it's clockwork, everything goes black. Again. What the actual hell is going on?

A dim light appears in front of me. I lift my hand up to block out the ever growing brightness in front of me. I squint my eyes trying to focus on what's in front of me.

"Again?" I say incredulously, turning my head around looking at the theater. The heat is still prominent on my skin. I reach up to my face and pinch my cheeks. I wince as I feel the pain of my twisting around my skin. So I'm not dreaming... Then what on earth is going on?

"Come on. Do it" Once again the voices rang out in the room.

"Well I've got to hand it to you, whatever the fuck you are... You've got me scared fucking shitless!" I yell out, throwing my arms out in desperation. "What the fuck do you even want! Why can't you leave me alone!"

"Shhhh." A voice whispers into my ear. I spin around quickly, collapsing onto the ground.

"Just do it. Just KILL HIM. DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" The volume progressively gets louder and louder rattling the floor I now sat on. A ringing begins building up from the volume. Like a constant whistle running around my mind.

"DO IT!"

"DO IT!"

"DO IT!"

"Agh!" I clutch my ears in a helpless attempt to stop the noise. I shriek out, "Goddamnit! Who are you? What are you? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?"

And in an instant, everything stopped. The ringing was gone. The yelling and screams came to a halt. My skin still burned, and I could feel the pressure and heat build. I look up to see the cause of it.

A dark shadow stands before me. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes begin to burn with hot tears. They begin rolling down my face, my head still swirling with these confusing emotions. A fucking neverending turmoil.

The figure seems like an endless void. A cascading waterfall of pure emotion. I could feel the overwhelming, raw emotions oozing from this being.

I fell back a bit as the silhouette began crouching down to my level, in a haphazard way. It's arms just laid relaxed on its knees. Or whatever the fuck this thing had. It looked humanoid enough. I let out a shaky breath, and wiped off the tears that had fallen onto my cheeks. I look back up to the figure, its arm now outstretched with its palm facing up, almost as if it wanted to help me up.

Hesitantly, I reach out, almost expecting for my hand to pass through it like mist.

"Holy fuck." I mumble as I grip onto the arm that is now pulling my up off the ground. Ok. This is one of the most weird things that's happened to me in a long time. Or ever.

"Oh my god, how am I even still sane right now," I whisper unconsciously, still looking disbelieving at the figure.

"So you know what to do now?" It whispered. A huge contrast in comparison to earlier but who am I to complain.

"I-." I looked around, back at the theater I was standing in. The burning feeling of my skin still smoldering, getting stronger by the second. I looked deeper into myself, trying to find the source. What I saw made me gasp.

The shadow chuckled, and even though I couldn't see it, I could tell the damn thing was smiling.

I felt anger. So much anger and hate. For the world. For the people. For me. I shot my eyes up at the figure again.

"It was in you the whole time. Use it. And kill. him. Kill them. KILL THEM ALL!" It descended into a maniacal laughter as I stared wide-eyed.

Once again the silhouette leaned in closer, "Now you understand, don't you?" A shadowy hand reached out and grabbed my face. This hot feeling told me everything. I understood now. It all made sense. I slowly nod my head.

It was like an epiphany. No. It was an epiphany. I turned around, away from the figure, and began walking. I had a new mindset now. And it was fucking beautiful.