All Which Remains

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Arron

I'm wandering. I don't know where I'm going. The creatures are there. They're eating me alive. My flesh is being torn off of my bones. My bones are being ground into dust under their feet. When I do wake up, it's like a different type of hell.

Ramelan's suspicions. He doesn't talk to me. He avoids me.

He has to be plotting something.

My best friend's advice keeps on ringing in my head. Don't trust those that are closest to you, betrayal is around the corner. Don't trust those that are closest to you, betrayal is around the corner. Don't trust those that are closest to you,betrayal is around the corner. Don't trust those that are closest to you, betrayal is around the corner. I feel like I'm going insane.

I went to school that day for the first time. It's a new school year. Maybe, things will be different. I'm put in a different classroom, one that isn't anywhere near Ramelan's.

I'm an outcast, no one will talk to me. They make fun of the way that I look behind my back.

I can feel it.

They're talking about me.

Watching me.

Every day is monotonous.

Back and forth.

I snap, and I break the window beside me. It's lunchtime, I think. Time doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I grab a piece of glass and stab the kid nearest me; she screams.

Blood bubbles out of her mouth and the gaping hole that I'd begun to dig in her chest. The blood begins to stain her uniform and splatters all over my clothes. I see red and stab her again.

I can't say anything.

I don't feel anything.

I am nothing.

They all need to feel what I felt.

Her blood is warm. It's coating me. I stab her again, again, and again. I start to laugh. At first, it's soft. Then, I gradually get louder until.

I'm having the time of my life.

Her screams die down, but the screams of the students around me don't. All of the sounds mix into one. I can feel someone grab my shoulder.

They're yelling at me.

They try to pull me back.

Why?

I can't stop.

I won't stop.

The feeling of glass in my hands, this warm feeling. It's spreading all over me. I was so, so cold.

I need this.

I feel the wet, hot tears fall down my face. Am I crying? I pull my hand off of the glass and touch my face. I feel a tug on my shoulder again.

It's Ramelan.

Of course, it is.

He is screaming something, trying to get me to leave. It suddenly dawns on me what I did. I stumble and try to walk toward the door, but the POLRI is there; they grab me.

They sentence me to four years in prison; there's no trial. I already spent a year in Purgatory, Hell can't be much worse. They put me in a blue jumpsuit, place me on a bus with a few officers, and consign me to four years in prison. Since I turned 18 a few months ago, now I am officially an adult and can therefore go to prison.