Go Away (#TheWattys2015)

Chapter 17: Lights out

"Rinnnng!!" The bell rang loud and clear like a gong of freedom. I raced out of my class and made my way to my locker. I think I saw Zack at the other end of the hall but I didn't stay back and say hi.

Once I got to my locker I quickly tugged my stuff out and raced down to the gym. It was quiet in there. And cold. I walked into the girls locker room and grabbed my gym bag. The contents of the bag spilled out onto the floor and I quickly stuffed everything back in the small duffel bag. I smiled down at the flares inside of it and turned to leave, when I heard dripping. Drip...drip,drip...drip. I made my way towards the showers, found the source of the sound, and shut it off. My phone buzzed in my bag.

It was a text from Tasha.
Where are you??
I quickly texted back:
On my way just chill for a sec.

Slipping my phone back into my bag, I started walking over to the door when suddenly I was frozen. The air felt extremely heavy as if it was literally trying to shove itself into my lungs. I coughed and choked grappling to stay conscious. My hands started to shake, my teeth chattered uncontrollably, my eyes burned. I tried to walk but my feet shook and swayed violently. I fell to the ground, my face pressing against the hard cold tiles of the dusty locker room floor. Before I knew what was happening I was hit on the side of the head. Everything turned black.

I woke up with a giant headache and something warm was dripping down the side of my head. I tried to reach my hand up and touch it, but I couldn't. I looked down and found my arms tied behind my back bound tightly in rope. A piece of duck tape covered my mouth and I was propped up against the lockers like some statue. I struggled against the ropes but it was no use. My backpack was across from me just within reach of my feet. I gripped it in between both of my feet and, with some difficulty, dragged it up towards my hands. The rope painful scraped against my wrists. I watched my wrists turn red as I struggled to get my phone. The locker room door opened. I fumbled with my hands trying to reach lower and lower into my bag. Heavy footsteps thumped on the floor sounding nearer and nearer. Whoever it was started whistling a creepy tune. Tears of frustration brimmed in my eyes. I thrashed and pushed as hard as I could but my thrashing hands merely brushed against my phone case. Suddenly the footsteps stopped. They got slower, then quieter as if the person was walking away. I let out a deep breath and the footsteps stopped. I held my breath afraid to make any sound. Click. The door was being locked. My heart sank to the bottom of my chest. I felt cold, my hands were shaking, and I was beginning to sweat. I'm going to die, I thought.

A pale bony hand tore my backpack away from me and flung it across the room. The creature stood towering above me with a devilish grin on its face. "Well hello." A pale bony finger reached down and wiped off a tear making its way down my face. A needle filled with clear liquid stuck out of its pocket. It followed my eyes and smiled. I screamed and writhed around. It was no use. "Shhh, this will be painless. The poison should paralyze you so that you won't feel a thing." Another scream escaped my throat, muffled by the duck tape. "I'm sorry I can't understand you." It tore off the tape and hot tears brimmed in my eyes. I held in a scream. It leaned into my face. I could smell its putrid breath, reeking of blood and rotting flesh. "What do you want?" My voice came out shaky and uneven. "Oh nothing, I just thought you needed a makeover." Its voice was full of sarcasm. It pulled out something from the pocket of its leather jacket. "Ah, here are some of the latest fashions." It smoothed out the paper and held it up to my face. My eyes widened in terror and I screamed, but the sound was quickly blocked by a cold hand. Right in front of my eyes was a picture of Crystal. Still in her hospital gown which was caked with dirt. Scratches crisscrossed her mouth, giant claw marks ran down her neck, which was bent at an odd angle. Pale bones stuck out of the side. Her eyes were propped open and I realized why they weren't closed. Her eyelids had been torn out. Her hair was decorated with patches of blood and a smily face was etched on her cheek, streaks of blood leaking from the eyes. Some of her hair had been torn out leaving bloody, bald, disturbing patches on her head. The parts of her skin that weren't covered in blood were extremely pale. As white as paper. Tears flowed down my face. One after the other, over and over again.

"What a day that was," the creature explained.
"The wonderful feeling of tearing into warm human flesh, her screams like music to my ears, so helpless, so desperate, so...energizing. The rush of power you feel after each slice is like heaven. Complete control over your weak victim, your strength overpowering theirs. The look on their face when they not only know their going to die, but they accept it." It closed its eyes, recalling the moment. I struggled against the ropes.
"Let me go!" I screamed. But it came out sounding like:
"Mm mm mmmm!" Tears were flowing so rapidly from my eyes that I was completely blind. I couldn't wipe them away. I bit down on one of the bony fingers clamped over my mouth. The creature howled in pain. That gave me just enough time to do the only thing I could've done. I screamed. I screamed and screamed as loud as I could. The slap came fast and hard. My head was thrown to the side.
"You little brat!" I continued to screamed and received a solid punch in the face. That was leaving a mark. I could already feel my eye burning and beginning to swell. The creature closed its long fingers around my throat.

Someone knocked on the locker room door. "Who's in there!" the gym teacher shouted. I sighed in relief. Tasha's voice followed shortly after. "Daija is that you?" She sounded worried. I grinned right at the creature and spat in its face. I received one quick blow to the head and, once again, it was lights out.