Opposite Ends Of the Spectrum We Call Life

Chapter 3: A Bathtub Fit For Two Elephants

"Zed, why are we all the way out here?"

After a long ride Zed had stopped by Newridge Institute. Well what was left of the place.

"I thought maybe we could go for a tour." An evil grin flashed across his face.

For aslong as anyone can remember kids had been coming out here for some fun and scares. The thing was Newridge Institute burnt down in 1913. 100 years ago this summer. So long ago that even my grandparents used to come out here as kids to find him.

Lucky for us all it was a long drive away from town.

"Want to hear a story freak?" Zed asked walking closer to the gates.

I shook my head as if to say 'no'. There was no chance in hell that I was going up to that gate. Even if it is still 100 yards away from the actual building.

Zed took a seat on the grass, leaning his back against the gate. He just sat back and watched me as I stayed put near the bike. His blue eyes pierced through my own grey ones. It was intense.

After a few moments, but what felt like forever, Zed stormed back over to the bike. Pushing me out of the way as he did.

He sat himself on the bike, putting the key in the ignition.

"Looks like it will be dark soon." he said turning his face towards me.

"And your point is?"

Zed turned his head back to ahead to face the road.

"You better run."

Wait run? Why would I need to...

And with that Zed sped off on the bike.

Sh*t.

F*ck.

He could not leave me stranded out here. I could die. I've heard all if the stories. Every single one.

Run.

I need to run away from this hell hole.

And so I ran.

*

"Blue, why are you damp?"

After the hour run back into Newridge, I decided to go straight to Lolly's house. Her parents wouldn't mind me spending the night.

"Oh you know, just a casual hour run from Institute. In the rain might I add."

The parental looks swept its way across Lolly's face. Yay for me, it's lecture time.

"Blue what the f*ck were you doing all the way out there. Do you know how stupid that? And alone?! You've heard the stories. Each and every single one..."

Lolly continued on with her ranting, following me as I made my way into her bathroom. That girl was so lucky. Her en-suite was practically 5 times the size of mine. Where most of us would just be fitted with a simple shower, toilet and sink combo, Lolly had more. There was a bathtub big enough for an elephant or two, a shower which was probably the size of my own bathroom at home, oh and not to mention the casual hottub sat outside on a balcony. Yes she had a balcony in England. Sometimes I wish my parents were barristers to.

"Hey Lolly?" I asked interrupting her rant, "Can we continue this once I've had a shower?"

"You're impossible." She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air as she left.

Finally some peace in the only place I could feel safe. Yes as weird as it sounds bathrooms are the only place that make me feel 100% safe. Odd, I know right.

*

"I can't believe that tool left you."

Once I had finished showering me and Lolly settled for a game of COD. Yeah such COD bashers we are.

"Sometimes I wish my game was like I life of COD." I stated. Lolly paused the game and eyed me suspiciously. "You know so I could just throw a grenade at him and not get arrested for murder and sh*t."

"Now that I would pay to see. Let us kill the jerk."

"Bye bye Zed." I said unpausing the game throwing a grenade at a Walking Dead zombie reject. "Payback is a b*tch."