Summer

Leer

I stood there.

For what seemed like forever, I didn't move an inch. Didn't look away from his battered and possibily dead body. I knew I had to go get help but I was terrified, scared to move. The person that had done this was probably the same person who was taunting me a second ago. And that meant they weren't too far away, they could still catch up and kill me. I wondered if that was what I wanted. 

Was that why I wouldn't move? It raced through my mind, my thoughts shifting to that dark abyss of what everything would be like. That was until I felt a drop on my shoulder. And another. Until suddenly rain was pelting down all around me, something cold and solid that told me to run.

And that's just what I did. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, the rain soaking through my uniform, and even when I couldn't breathe, everything felt heavy and spots covered my vision I pushed through. Sobbing and heaving from the toll on my body as the hotel came into my view. I could hear the slapping footsteps of someone running behind me, knowing what they wanted and also knowing that I'd never give in to them. I wouldn't. Not like this, I thought as I slipped into the hotel and nearly collasped.

Drip, drip, the hotel was dark and empty except for the person at the front desk. My shoes squeaked every step as I walked over to them. Only he was asleep, and I was ring, ring, ringing the bell but nothing worked.

Fuck, I cursed. I would have to find a teacher that was awake or someone who would help. Anyone, someone and I had to be quick because I knew whoever was after me wasn't going to give up. I started to run again. Toward the elevator, pressing the button as fast as I could, hearing the door open and knowing I wouldn't have time. 

So I went to the stairs to try to get to a teacher on another floor. That was until suddenly all the lights were off, I couldn't see anything and I was trying to feel for the door to stairs. I knew I was close. I felt the cool metal, and slipped inside to the stairwell. Only my mistake was that it made the loudest slam as it closed.

Everything was slippery, drip, drip was the only sound I could hear in the dark. And I was trying to be go up the steps quickly but my shoes kept sliding over the tile. I could feel the panic start to set in again, hearing the loud slam again but I refused, fucking refused to give up. That's when I decided to crawl up instead. But I could still hear the squeaky noise that was from my sneakers, and that's when I felt a hand grip my leg.

I didn't scream. I should have, but instead I started kicking. I ignored everything inside me that told me to go and that was when I gave into my rage. In my mind I thought of being left, kick, kick, by my parents, Brent, Ace, and I was kicking through the memories of Ashley telling me I would never be enough, kick, kick and then they were flying down the stairs. This time I pulled of my shoes and threw them. And then I was running again.

They followed and I knew because I could see the dark outline of them behind me. And I was stumbling, crawling, wet and trembling but I found the door. I found the door to the second floor. It was almost too much for me, my eyes searching in the dark. Wondering if I could do this. If I could be more than I always was, put myself above someone else and that's when I saw my opportunity. I knew what to do. 

And it was too late for them, I was already slamming on as many doors as I could find. "Help, help!" I screamed, and that was when I saw the shadow run away. Relief flooded through me as as a teacher sleepily opened the door. I quickly explain everything, where Tommy was and a person who was chasing me.

After that everything went by in a blur, police finding Tommy and taking him to hospital because he was still breathing, everything shut away in their rooms for hours, and finally the police taking me to question me about everything. I was still shaken up and all I wanted to do was go home. But they all peered at me, their beady eyes side-eyeing like I had done something. I knew I had to be strong for just a while longer.