Music to My Ears

Chapter 11•School After Dark

My legs dragged me out of the woods, stumbling a few times and making me giggle. But I would stop laughing the second I remembered what I was doing. I couldn't help but thank god I wasn't sober for this. I didn't know what was considered totally wasted or pretty much sober, but the world seemed to spin along with me as I stumbled out of the woods and in view of the school. It seemed so much more creepier at night. I was just waiting for a dead hand to slam down on one of the black windows.

I reached out to the back of the school where the art rooms were. Trying to remember which one was the drawing and painting room, I lightly gave a tug at evey one until one gave a little bit. I pushed it up with all of my might (It was surpisingly heavy, or my muscles were loose with intoxication)and climbed in. My foot looked for support before I completely lost balance and fell inside. I let out a groan as I rubbed my head, looking around the art room that was only lit by the moonlight outside. It felt like I was in a whole another school after dark. I went to the door and turned the handle, slamming my head on it when I pushed it.

"Oh, duh." I mumbled, unlocking it. I pushed it open with ease and stepped out into the hallway. The hallway was cold and my boots echoed with evey step I took. Fearful goosebumps prickled down my arms, forcing me to cross them as I walked.

"No big deal, Rebel. Just find the hallway, take the stupid picture, and get the hell outta here." I whispered to myself.

God, if I get lost I might have a stroke.

I walked off the steps to the second floor, a loud hiss yelling at me from the side. I let out an unsteady gasped and jumped a mile. I stood there wide eyed, then slowly laughed at myself when I realized it was just the furnace.

"Let's just get this over with." I nervously sang as I picked up the pace. I was finally at the fourth floor at the left side of the building: The science wing.

I took my phone out of my boot an swipped it open, the light of my Finnian wallpaper illuminating my face. The irrational fear of someone grabbing my throat made my jaw ache as I clenched it, and I had to shake it off.

"I'm killing Eren after this is over." I mumbled to myself as I positioned myself in the middle of the hallway; Mr. Osborne's room in view. I turned the camera on and faced it towards me. I held the phone out, took the picture, and screamed when I saw what was behind me.

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A/U: Sorry this was so short, but I wanted to leave off on a cliff hanger :3

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