Shadow Syndrome

Chapter 7: More Gore Than Entertainment

I glanced at the clock. It was 1:05PM.
Here I am, stuck in math class. Honestly, I don't even know what we learned. My teacher did all these random questions that I just copied down. Then, he gave us some worksheets to deal with. I got a good 14 done at least. Listening to David Ghetta songs while hiding the earbuds in my sweater isn't helping. I just want to get the hell out of here.

The moment the bell rang For next period I got out of my seat and exited the classroom, when all of a sudden--

"DUDE ARE YOU MENTAL?"

I turned around thinking someone was talking about ME. I was then facing two girls I hate yelling at each other.

"IT WASNT MY FAULT SHE DID IT HERSELF!"

My math teacher came out of the room and looked at them, then yelled at them.

"Girls, no need to be yelling THIS loud right now. Both of your stop fighting, go to your classes and if you do wish to talk, please use your indoor voice. We are a school, not a convention where you can yell."

Both of them said sorry with attitude in their voices as they continued to walk down the hall quietly yelling at each other.

"Aye did you hear what happened?" Emily, a girl in my gym class said.

"No."

"Apparently a girl committed suicide over some reasons literally no one knows. People say it's because of those two girls that used to tease her, but they were sent down to the office, and BOTH of them didn't know why she did it."

"Do you know who the girl is?" I ask quietly.

"I heard other people saying it was Annabelle."

Annabelle...

That was the girl that made fun of me the whole year back in 8th grade...

Was this what I was suppose to feel by: you will enjoy school today? That the people I really hate and told me to kill myself are actually dead themselves?

Suddenly the bell rang for the next class and I realized I was late for my most dreaded class: French. It wasn't the subject the I hated, but my teacher, all the annoying boys there, and how the rest of the remaining class of 5 girls including me are mostly the slutty, failing type of kids. My fault for taking Applied.

I entered in to see all the faces staring at me. They were already seated and opened up their books. I took my seat next to a girl who wasn't that bad and opened up my Book. Shit. I didn't do my homework.
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By the end of the day, I had more homework to do than usual. Me and Trinity talked the way home.

"In my class, someone threw up, it was nasty as hell." She told me as she pulled out her iPod and earbuds.

"Did you hear? Someone committed suicide."

"Who?" She replied curiously while finally looking up from her iPod.

"I think it was Annabelle, I'm not sure though..."

"Oh god..."

I couldn't help but think why she did kill herself. I wanted to know. In fact, I also wanted to know why the voices in my head weren't talking to me as they usually did. That IS a good thing, but at the same time, kinda odd...

By the time we reached home, I was exhausted. I threw my bag on the floor of my room and laid on my bed. I closed my eyes for a few minutes before opening them again to charge my phone. I then noticed a notification that popped up on my phone.

Snapchat: Annabelle_320 added you.

I looked at the time it was sent. Just now.

Wait...isn't she dead? I opened the app up and checked. I sent her a message.

"Hi, Its Trina, from science class...I was just wondering when the test is..."

I was waiting for a reply, and instead got a picture message, but on my iMessage. I opened that up. The same user again.

What I saw was the most fucked up thing in my life.

Annabelle had sent me pictures of people's bodies. They was blood EVERYWHERE. The heads were chopped off and the blood was pouring out of it. I immediately gasped. She then sent me a picture of the head. Holy shit.

The head's eyes are all ripped apart and hanging just below on the floor next to it. There were weird symbols drawn on her arms and shoulders that looked like they were made by permanent marker. And the mouth was ripped open.

Worst, I think the symbol drawn on her was the same symbol I saw on that first Instagram post.

I was shaking by now. Before I turned off my phone, I received a message. By Annabelle again. I can't look at it.

It said a text though.

Final.

If that meant one last picture then I could take a little peak. Before launching iMessage I quickly covered the screen a bit with my hand.

It's a video. Just great.

I didn't dare put it on full screen. I watched on the little screen. First; I heard all these demonic sounds, like a reverse melodic nursery theme. Then; I saw Annabelle. Just not faced, with a few carved rips. You can see realistic human eyes; as if REAL eyes are watching you, and her mouth was making weird slurping noises and demonic sounds. Then, I heard screaming in the background, first it was just little screams, then it turned to terrifying ones, where the girl ACTUALLY sounds like she's in trouble. Finally, the video ends with a picture of a regular knife and more demonic human like sounds.

It's messed with your head. You have seen the video. Tomorrow you will finally feel the true people inside you, and you will lose control, of your life.