A Name Without A Face

Chapter 11 {Path Of Isolation}

 I could feel it. The small flakes landing on me, covering me softly, but I couldn't sense their freeze. Students circled around me, paying me no mind as they walked, with no worries, no fears. Most wore sweaters and hats, laughing to their friends as they left the school. Before me, the gate was open. Freedom awaits, but would it be a good idea to leave?
I could feel I was being watched and turned around. It barely took a moment of scanning to spot a figure in the window of the headmaster's office. He was like a statue, frozen as his eyes looked out to the campus. More specifically, he was watching me. I wonder how he felt, knowing I hadn't hurt anyone today.
He must be furious.
That somehow pleased me.
It was a trivial matter, but I wasn't entirely bored.
As everyone began to leave, it occurred to me that I had nowhere to go.
I began to move out of the gates and observed the students, all walking in various directions to return home. From nearby cars, I was able to spot people in their seats, holding up their phones and recording. I see... Fans of the school. How boring. I began to examine each student passing me from the way they walked, to the expression they wore.
While watching, I could see some students I haven't met yet were looking me down with worry. I still give people fear, don't I? I don't particularly care if they did or not though. It was all a bore to me.
Where to go, where to stay, I had no home, correct? My eyes scanned the streets, and I happened to catch sight of something fairly curious. Across the street of buildings before the school, one stood out among the rest. I felt a flake land on my cheek and brushed it off, making my way towards it. Unlike all the other buildings, businesses and fancy hotels, probably getting good revenue for being near the school, there was one...
A tall warehouse looking place that seemed to be falling apart. The paint almost all gone, leaving the rotting wood. I wonder why they hadn't bothered to take it down already but I guess I could say... I was just lucky.

The door jammed shut, but with a swift kick, it caved in without an ounce of resistance. I quickly smelled the dust, as though the building was under construction still. That scent annoyed my senses but it wouldn't be a problem.
No... Not at all.
My eyes wandered the to door on the ground as I moved past it. There had been a sign, warning of no trespassing, though nobody seemed to notice I was here yet. Just in case, I pulled the door back up and leaned it against the frame, making the appearance that it hadn't been messed with. For now, I would stay here.
I continued to explore the place, taking in all the sights. There wasn't much to see. The building appeared old and abandoned, with torn up floorboards, rotting walls, though it did appear that it had been attempted to be fixed up before. Old paint cans silently sat in wait for someone who would most likely never return.
As I made my way the second floor, sheets hung up around the walls, telling me the painting process had already started here. It seemed like it used to be an old office with many small rooms. Second, third, even fourth floor all appeared somewhat similar. When I reached the last four, it was the only one that seemed different than the rest.
A large black sheet covered the small room, and only a small window allowed light in, but it wasn't much.
This room was... Painfully boring but it would do. I pushed myself against the wall and slid down until I met the hard ground.
Was this freedom?
Was this what I left for? How dull. Why did I leave in the first place? It seemed like an impulse at the time to simply stand and move, but there was something... It was like a fog in my mind as I tried to find it. I wanted to feel... Why couldn't I feel?