Faceless

Period 11: Geography

I am not insane.

I am not insane.

I just kept repeating that to myself in the mirror, when 006 butted in.

"If you have to say it more than once to believe it, it's probably not true". She was right, perhaps I was going insane. This subjugation was driving me crazy, the way that the school hung heavy over my shoulders at all times... it was always watching to make sure I was good, to make sure I was getting the desired grades... But it was just so overwhelming at times to have that constant pressure to be perfect.

"By the way, 006, are the lessons designed to be horror fuel?"

"Yep, they didn't use to do that, the lessons were actually normal. This place is getting worse and conforming less and less to what divines need to learn to torture us slaves..." Everybody was a loser here. The nightmare never stopped, even if you passed the exam. I was certain even divines that graduated probably still felt the burning and constant presence of Lilith.

All this time, and yet still no closer to those chemicals or another way out. I think at this point I had dragged 006 down the rabbit hole of brainstorming with me. I made her hopeful for an escape, and we would escape, we just had to think.

But so far we had nothing.

"Is there any kind of way we can anonymously get a yellow badged divine to get the chemicals?"

"Security cameras"

"Fuck" Back to the drawing board for the 54645678458458458568598th time.

Of course, I was assigned to teach again, and I was teaching Geography. I couldn't think of a single way to demonise Geography, it seemed like a pretty innocent subject.

Well, it was fine for me, but it would be the worst thing in the world for a kid with trypophobia, few phobias were ever considered at schools, and the only school that did turned it against us! We learned about nothing but holes.