The Boarding school (Klars)

Chapter 8

Author's note: Alright guys, this chapter is long so buckle in!

Mr. Wheeler grabbed me by the ear and started dragging me out of the office. We passed by tons of kids. In the court yard, the student lounge, the horse pasture, they were everywhere. 

And they were all looking at me, and whispering things to their friends as they gave me a worried expression.

"Did you here that he wanted to escape?" I heard one whisper.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to hide the fear and sorrow on my face. It's only want Mr. Wheeler wants. He loves to see the fear, pain, and sadness on kid's faces.

And I will not give it to him.

After a couple of minutes, we reached a small and rundown building in the back of the campus.

"Here's were you'll be staying for a few weeks. Isolation!" Mr. Wheeler chimed, before laughing sarcastically.

He got a pile of keys out of his pocket, fiddling around as he tried to find the right one. He then picked up a large silver key and unlocked the isolation door. He then opened the door and we walked down a shirt flight of stairs.

The isolation room is dark and dreary, with small cells and no windows. It smells rotten and If you're in there, it'll seem like you'll never see the light of day again.

Mr. Wheeler then unlocked one of the cells before giving me his scary grin. "I hope you like being alone! Because we may or may not forget about you. Good luck, buddy!"

He locked the cell door before walking away, laughing. I flinched as he slammed the isolation room door.

 So I'm really stuck here now, huh? I guess I'll be here until I die. And I know that Lars said  that him and the guys will come back for me. But I don't believe it. It almost seems impossible to break someone out of here. 

I lay down, shivering as the isolation room is freezing cold. I curl up in a corner and read the messages people left on the walls.

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh, God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh, please God, help me. - 10/12/81

Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane. - 5/15/85

There are other things too. Like creepy drawings, tally marks, and just a bunch of 'help me's.' I wonder what happened to those people and where they are.

And if they ever even got out of this hellhole. 

I hear the dinner bell, and that's unfortunately when my stomach decides to growl and my brain decides I'm hungry. Great. Who knows if I'm even gonna get food?

I decide to just ignore it, and try to fall asleep on the cold, hard floor in my pretty much equivalent to a prison-cell. It'll be a long night in here, and I hope Lars wasn't lying that him and the others will try and come back for me.

I snuggle up, using my blazer as a blanket as my dreams lead me to a sense of tranquility.

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I was asleep for quite awhile, when I heard a loud bang on the door. I jolted up, I had no clock and I guessed that maybe it was around midnight. 

The door then opened and I felt the cool, night breeze. I sighed then stood up and looked out of my cell. And of course my cell was at the very end, so I couldn't see very well.