Faceless

Period 13: Textiles

Textiles fucking sucks, say it with me. Textiles. Fucking. Sucks.

And with all the sharp objects it was super obvious how this lesson would become messed up.

But that didn't happen. I was in the classroom attempting to teach the divines how to sew a button onto a shirt, and I noticed nothing weird was happening. No blood on the needles, no people stabbing each other, no extremely sharp scissors. Nothing...

But that couldn't be right, there was always something wrong. But perhaps that was the point? The point was to give anxiety that something bad would happen? Once the bad thing did happen, there was a strong sense of relief, because you knew what was coming next and you knew that nothing else bad would happen... But if nothing happened you were left constantly waiting. Waiting was the worst punishment of all. Wonder if that's why detention was just sitting waiting for detention to end.

But I was a fool for assuming nothing would happen. Just when I thought everything was dandy, an alarm pierced through my ears so loudly I instinctively covered them with a needle in my hand. The needle pierced the side of my head, but it was less painful than the awful screeching sounds ringing in my ears. I looked around me, but the sound made me nauseous and everything was blurry, but it looked like everyone else could hear it too.

"This is a drill. This is a drill. Please meet in the field outside. No running. Drop anything you are holding whether it will slow anything down or not, or however important it is. When you get to the field stand in a line" I could just barely make out a voice saying through the speakers scattered around. I think someone threw up nearby, but I was too focused on trying to move outside to the field while trying not to faint from the noise or be blinded by the blood drowning my eyes to really tell.

After somehow just barely making it to the field, I almost collapsed, but I managed to catch myself.

"Hello!" 006 said to me, cheerful as usual. "I see you made it out without passing out, let me smell your breath" I was delirious, I just listened to her. "Or throwing up! That's awesome for a newbie! You'll get used to it, it happens about once a month".

On the field, one of the teachers gave a speech.

"Hello, I am Mr G. What we just had was a fire drill. What you did is how we expect you to react in a real fire, except for the 2 slaves that have been punished since the alarm. One passed out, and of course that is a horrible way to react to a fire, and so she has been put in detention. The other one attempted to escape amongst the chaos. While it may seem logical to leave the grounds during a fire, we do not allow this, and would prefer you to stand in this field instead. I shall repeat the rules once again.

Drop everything you are holding whether it is important or slows you down or not.

Go to the field and line up.

Do not leave. You may never leave.

Thank you" His voice was sad and monotone. Everyone but 006's was. I slowly noticed my voice being masked out of fear of sounding off as well.