Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I wasn't thinking when I did what I did but all I knew was that I couldn't leave her in there. I couldn't leave her in there knowing that she could be dying without her knowing the truth. I couldn't just leave her.
So I ran. Straight past the teachers that yelled at me to get back and, straight through the door.
The gas was heavy. I could feel it travel through my nose and into every crack of my soul. I could feel it getting lodged in my throat; making me cough heavily and bend over to get a hold of myself.
The fog had grown thicker as I tried to make my way to the staircase and I could hear the panicked shouts of my friends behind me, who had gotten stopped by the controlling teachers.
I pushed open the door and with heavy feet, made my way up the stairs. I stretched my black shirt over my mouth, breathing in the sweaty air inside the material which was a lot better than the gas.
My eyes stung and I blinked, feeling like I was being pricked with large needles, and my body responded by producing sweat as I pushed myself to run up the stairs; to the highest floor. My feet skidded on the slippery wooden flooring at some point and I ran down the hallway as soon as I made it.
I didn't waste a second, barging through the door after a couple tries and I stumbled forward, saving myself from ending in a heap on the polished floor.
I straightened myself and I closed the door as if it would help to stop the gas from entering. Only I realised that the room was worse than the hallway. I couldn't see through the air at all and the smell of something unnatural was obvious. There was a small hiss in the room that wasn't in the hallway or any of the other rooms.
My lungs felt like they were being squeezed with tight rope and I flipped the light switch on, hoping it would help to clear the fog by the slightest. I was able to see a glimpse through the fog if I squinted enough.
And there on the bed was who I was looking for; lying on her backside.
Her skin was pale - unlike her usual tan skin and I could see a grey undertone to it. Her eyes were closed but what worried me was that her chest was barely rising. As I neared, I placed a shaky hand beneath her nose and I sighed in relief when the faintest move of air could be felt. Her hair was splashed around her on the pillow, her hand lifelessly hanging over the edge.
With a strangled breath, I lifted her up into my hands and ran out of the door. Her body was limp in my arms and that only made me go faster. Her pulse was weak and I wished that we weren't in this situation.
