Freshmen Don't Speak

Chapter 10 // Little Old Sweet Song

It's Eliza.

It's been Eliza.

It makes sense.

It makes sense why she was always silent and yet not silent at the same time.

It makes sense why she was silent when people died, even though these people were her "friends".

Fuck, I haven't got time to think.

I have to get out before I end up like everyone else.

I sprint down, doing my best to not trip over the dirt and rust that clutter this hell of a place.

Eventually, I arrive at the enterance.

As I'm about to put the key in and open the door...

"Don't open that door," Eliza sternly ordered.

I quickly turn around, she has a gun pointed at me.

"Eliza?"

"Don't shoot!" I shout.

...

She buckles over... Just laughing...

As if it were to mock me.

She pauses.

"I've done all I've needed to, and..."

...

"You know they won't believe you,"

...

"Right?" She muttered.

"What does that mean?!" I shout.

"Shut up, freshmen don't speak, remember?" She references, a cold smile plastered across her face, just to quickly be wiped off.

...

"You should figure it out yourself,"

She quickly flips the gun and aims it at her chin.

Pulling the trigger, blood splatters everywhere as the gunshot shortly rings in reality, and yet will ring in my head for centuries to come.

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I reach for the gun.

.

..

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I stop myself.

I can't do this.

I quickly turn around, and put the key in, unlocking the door.

I shove it open, and stumble out.

Freedom after this is bittersweet.

Sometimes I wish I'd died too, maybe then I wouldn't had been left in the aftermath of all of this.

Because I'm alive, but I have no friends.

...

Well, at least my bike hadn't been stolen.

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I bike home, basically disregarding everything around me.

Because for now I was free.

Physically, that is.