Through The Blinds | Skz

Chapter 8 - Changbin

TW- Murder, graphic description of noises and smells associated with corpses, mention of mental illness, lots of mentally unhealthy people.

Looong TW this time :/ poor Changbin! But it's backstory hour! Hooray! 👏👏 don't worry next chapter won't be so dark 😅

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I had never had much trouble with sports. I was average, I'd didn't do spectacularly or horribly. I wasn't very muscular either. And volleyball was no exception, but I had fun when I could play with who I was friends with. Not that I remembered much about them now.

The gym was open during P.E., letting in a cool spring breeze. Our high school was fairly small, and relatively rural. The kind of place where the mayor shows up for school events. My mother was proof of that, she was elected mayor only a year ago and made it her mission to be at every major town event.

"Hey! Changbin! Pass the ball this way!" Emeline shouted as she jumped to receive my serve.

"Good one!" I yelled towards her, her back was to me and I could see all her shiny blonde curls shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Her skirt bounced as she hopped to push the ball over the net.

One of her friends across the net blocked, and we lost what could have been a point if we were playing seriously. We all kinda sucked aside from Emeline. She was weirdly passionate about sports, she was athletic and in cheer, twice as much as what I did back then. There was no reason to count points.

We played our leisurely game for a couple minutes longer until the end of school bell rang out. Immediately our friends raced out the door to avoid cleaning the gym. Me and Emeline stood together for a bit and laughed as they threw us hasty goodbyes. They grabbed their bags from along the fence and were out of sight in no time.

I usually stayed back to help clean up, I guess I was just nice like that. It was odd for Emeline to stay behind though.

"Oh were you planing on helping out for once?" I teased.

"No. I'm meeting someone here after school. Someone I'd rather not meet with you around." She rolled her eyes and pointed down at me.

Emeline was only an inch or two taller than me but she liked to weaponize that. We had known each other for years so I didn't seriously care. I was sure to smack her a bit in annoyance anyway.

"What are you meeting a guy?" I asked.

"Yes. I'll have you know it's a senior." Emeline bragged. I was surprised.

"Emmie...you're meeting someone who could be eighteen!?" I was concerned for her, it's weird when seniors try to date freshmen. I don't want my friend getting mixed up with some creep.

"It's not a big deal! I'm fifteen and he's seventeen. It's not that crazy." She glared at me, she was clearly proud that she already had a guy interested in her. I didn't want her to be any more annoyed so I dropped it.

"I'll go wait for him outside the gym! Wish me luck!" She squealed, practically skipping out the gym door.

I flashed a worried expression towards her back. I really didn't want her getting into a scary situation, but then again we were at the school. Someone would probably see them if something happened.

I decided to stop worrying so much and began deconstructing the volleyball net. I slowly but surely put all the pieces in the gym closet. I was careful to avoid knocking over the plastic orange cone keeping the door from locking automatically. The ball had rolled to a far corner of the gym.