"I fell in love with a world through her eyes."
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Miss Bloomie was a very kind woman, sympathetic and generous to her students and colleagues alike. She was almost too kind for her own good. She took a particular interest in Miss Circle, the math teacher. Unfortunately, Miss Circle had someone already smitten with her. It was an unfortunate situation. And an even worse fate.
Miss Bloomie was just walking to Miss Circles classroom during her break, just speaking to her for a while. But she felt off, strangely so. She could feel something akin to a burning feeling in her back. After a while she couldn't take the strange sensation any longer and turned around to see if something was wrong, or even if someone was staring at her. But to her surprise, nobody was there.
She didn't trust that, and quickly glanced to Miss Circle before dismissing herself. "My apologies, but I have to go." She bowed slightly before walking off quickly, the math teacher tried to ask what was wrong, why the science teacher was so on edge and left so suddenly. However, she didn't succeed in that.
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Once she found herself in a secluded hallway, she couldn't help but feel the overwhelming pressure of being burned of even suffocated. She tried her best to suspend those thoughts from her brain and took deep calming breaths. "Bloomie." A voice called out, causing the woman to snap out of her thoughts and turn to the source of the sound. "Oh! Miss Thavel! Thank goodness it's only you!"
Only you.
"You would be thankful for long." Was the only thing the science teacher heard before she was knocked off her feet, Miss Thavel on top of her with the teacher walkie-talkie in hand. "Miss Thavel..? What are you doing—?"
The science teacher was stunned by the overwhelming hatred and jealousy that surrounded the language teacher.
There's no way I'm getting out of this.
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Miss Thavel was ecstatic to see the terror in the woman's eyes beneath her, with the walkie-talkie in hand, she tightened her hands around the items before pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
Miss Bloomie was pleading for forgiveness and she tried to coax the woman above her to stop whatever she had planned. However, her cries were silence once the walkie-talkie bore into her right eye, resulting in a sudden and sharp burst of pain in her face. She couldn't bear the pain as her eye was stabbed into using the walkie-talkie. Blood gushed from the action and she could feel how angered the shorter woman was.
Again, again, again. She used the item to make the teacher below her cry in pain as she was bashing the walkie-talkie into her head. Eventually, the item made its way onto Miss Bloomies mouth, several teeth being knocked out by force as blood pooled into the teachers mouth, causing the woman to choke and the crimson liquid splattering out as the teacher tried to get the blood out of her lips, the blood made its way onto Thavels face and creating a horrid picture.
Screams of agony were ripped out of Miss Bloomies body, but that didn't stop Miss Thavel from placing her hands onto the science teachers jaws and slowly ripping her mouth open, until a loud snap was heard and the screams came to an abrupt end. The tears that overfilled her eyes stilled.
Then, Miss Thavel unsatisfied anger began to burn brighter, she began digging the walkie-talkie into the science teachers head, until a crater was formed in her cranium, blood spilled from the space and splattered on the previously cleaned tiles.
The hunger for death overcame her completely and her vision blurred as tears from her own eyes rained down onto the clearly deceased woman's face. She wanted her to pay for even thinking of coming close to her Circle. So she tore gashes in the corpse's abdomen, which caused flesh to stick to her nails and fingers. She hated that feeling, it was uncomfortable. So she took it upon herself to clean her hands off with her teeth, getting blood into her mouth.
It wasn't disgusting. The salty taste of blood was acceptable, tolerable. She loved salty food. Food. She was hungry. Starving. Salty food, she needed something to eat, and then she reveled in the salty crimson fluid that spilled from Miss Bloomie. She couldn't help it. Before she could think better of it— or think at all— the insides of her colleague was already in her mouth, and she chewed. And chewed. And chewed. And... Chewed.
She wasn't hungry anymore. She felt fine. She was no longer insatiably hungry, or angry, or felt the need to hurt someone.
Footsteps. Damn it.
Thavel was accepting that she would be caught and sent to prison until she heard a familiar jingle, and then a gasp.
"Thav! What— What have you done?" The principal rushed over to the scene, first assessing the mangled corpse of Miss Bloomie, then examining the disheveled form of Miss Thavel. "Gray— I don't know what happened, it happened too quickly.." But before she could continue to defend herself, Miss Grace patted the woman's hair comfortingly before pulling her into a tight hug, glancing at the corpse.
"Now don't worry Thav, Grace's gonna hide the body." The white haired woman pulled away to stand and grab the corpse of Miss Bloomie, walking away slowly.
"Nobody is taking away someone very dear to me.. not again." Was the last thing that was audible from the principal before she disappeared from view.
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