School Creepypasta

14: Flyers

With her wet hair damp on her face, Valley curled up in her bed.
Her damp hair reminded her of freshly fallen rain, but the soft covers made it easier to give up and try to forget. To maybe pretend like she wasn't in the stupid castle of a school, but home, listening to her parents arguing, or her mother and her stepdad arguing, that would be better than this mess as well.

Toby had told her to go to sleep, that she had done well, but that it was late.
Dorcas hadn't glanced at her, but he had stopped Stephen from entering the dormitory, convincing him to go train outside instead.
Valley had heard their voices outside, and now Dorcas was sitting on his bed, reading a book she had recommended him.

As much as Valley tossed and turned that night, she couldn't sleep.

When she, later that night, heard Toby coming in and falling asleep as the last one in the dormitory, Valley got up.
She put back on her shoes, her hair messy from the shower, though she grabbed a hair tie and told herself she could fix it later. It was just a bother.
As she softly opened the door she heard someone move, but she didn't want to care. She just wanted to see the stars. To see what she would have missed out on.
She just had to know wether it was worth it.

When Valley walked through the dark hallway, she heard someone following her. She stopped, glancing at the trophy case as a newly dead's eyes looked back at her blankly.

"Don't mind me," Toby mumbled, "I'm just making sure you don't get caught off guard or something." Glancing at him, Valley realised he really was just... making sure she'd be okay. Odd, Valley thought, but she ignored it.

She shrugged and continued walking. When she found one of the larger windows, she remembered Dian.

They had stood smiling out of one of the windows. They had told Valley that, in the past, his mother would take him on hikes. They would see marvellous views.
When Valley stood again, at that window, She felt alone.

Looking up at the stars though, her thoughts slowly vanished.

Behind her, Toby felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards.
The stars, Valley had come here to look at the stars. They reflected in her eyes as she looked up at them. Toby smiled at her new amazement.

Had it been worth it? Killing another person?

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When Charley saw Valley the next morning he had smiled at her, hoping to cheer her up. She pointed out that he didn't have to do that, so Charley dropped his smile and nodded. In truth, he was struggling to believe that Valley had killed a person now, as well. And she wasn't destroyed by it either.

As they sat in class, Valley sat next to Charley again, and she offered him a smile in turn.
"I'm fine, Charley," Valley insisted at his concerned mood, "I've seen the dead for weeks now, I can handle my actions myself."

As Charley sat up to argue, E.J stopped talking in the front of the room.
"You guys are talking about murder?" E.J said much to the two's surprise. How had he been able to hear? They had been whispering.
"Well then, come on up to demonstrate where you would to stab first when catching someone off guard," E.J pointed at the body he had drawn on the blackboard and was already littered with notes.

Knowing their teacher might get angry if they didn't, Valley and Charley got up.
Of course Valley was the first to reach the blackboard, eager to answer the question. She grabbed the crayon without delay and put a small cross on the person's chest."

When she handed Charley the crayon he noticed the awkward and anxious chill she tried to hide.
Charley himself made a cross in the stomach, "Jeff taught me this one, it's supposed to hurt more than for instance, here, but also allows for less blood spil so it doesn't get messy."