Seven Ways to Die

-Frost-

I thought I had died. My whole body was paralyzed, I couldn't even move my eyes, I tried shouting for help but it's like a wall was barred in my throat. My heart rammed in my chest, I was trying to breathe in as much oxygen I can until my lungs would be the ones to stop working. I hope not. Then a blood scurling scream escaped out of me, a kind of scream that I didn't even know I possess. It was a different voice, somehow deeper and menacing so right away I knew it wasn't mine. It must have been it again. The thing that has been possessing me in my dreams, the thing that has controlled what I see and what I hear when I'm asleep and it's doing it again. I screamed louder and my lungs swelled in pain, my throat about to explode but I kept screaming.

"Frost! Frost! " A feminine voice called out like a whisper, escaping the sounds of torture. I know it wasn't there, but it passed by me, the words, the voice, it felt soft among my throbbing ears. The scream never faltered though, and the voice never returned.

When it felt like I was about to faint, I jerked up in my sleep and sat up. I counted one, two and ow! I always have headaches after dreams like that, every single time. I never understood what they meant but they never do leave me alone. I tried swallowing by my throat was dry and I blindly reached for my glass of water on my bedside table and drank the full glass. It wasn't enough, I groaned and pressed both of my hands on my head to try to dull the pain but it doesn't work.

My eyes started to water, it was too painful. Like a bricked house have fallen into my head and I somehow survived. Shutting my eyes tightly I prayed it would go out soon, I cried silently as the pain didn't intesify but it didn't stop either. It was killing me, I know it. But when I was starting to lose conscious again, there was like a loud click in my head, like the ones in a ticking bomb and my headache was gone.

Relief passed through me and I fell back down on my bed, still have my eyes closed and stayed still, afraid it might come back when I moved. After a few minutes I stood up and went to the bathroom, barely dragging my feet because I was too exhausted. I opened the faucet and quickly relieved my thirst, and when I looked up in the mirror, my face was a mess.

My blond hair now unruly and wet with sweat, my blue eyes somehow turned brown. Does it always look like that when I'm tired? My whole body was wet, like I took a bath in the beach and didn't change my clothes. I wish that had happened, instead of dwelling in that dream again. I sighed and splashed water into my face, wishing for once in my life I would wake up not almost dying of pain and screaming murder.

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Five-thirty. I was already in my school uniform and washed and clean, already ate my breakfast and brushed my teeth. I was all ready for school at five-thirty in the morning. I hated the fact that I'm the only student in the world to be this early for school, but don't blame me, blame my nightmares. It keeps me up once I've woken up from it because I'm too afraid to fall back asleep after an episode, so all I'm left to do is to get ready for school and try not to think too much about it.

Six-thirty. I put on my jacket and my backpack, patted the only thing we got the closest to a pet, which is a 3 ft. horse figurine and left the house. Corazon, our housekeeper, wouldn't be back until 7 so I locked the house and left. Off to the school at six thirty in the morning when all of america is still in the shower and getting dressed.

As to be expected, I'm the first student to be in school. It doesn't help that I live only 15 minutes away. I took my usual seat in the grass beside the school gym and pulled out my phone. I think I'm in the mood to pester someone else besides me for once.

Frost: Dude, it's six thirty in the morning. Where r u?

Frost: Peaboy? Hey, wake up!

Frost: I'm getting sad here, Peaboy. Answer me!

Pea: fuck you. Man, I'm still in the shwer!!!!

Pea: Be there in 1 hr. :P

Fuck. I'm going to be here all alone for one more hour. I should have just stayed in my room and wait out but staying in that room reminds me of what I dream about all over again so I think its a good idea to leave. Better be safe than sorry.

I stood up and walked over to the school gates where a car just pulled up. I stared at the black Land Rover and wiped away strands of hair off my face. I have never seen that car in this school, as far as my knowledge knows no one in Bale Private High School have Land Rovers.

It parked right in front of where I was standing, and suddenly I felt weird. Should I run? Where would I go. Should I scream for help? Who would hear me. In short, I'm dead. The windows of the car rolled down and a man with glasses smiled at me, a gold tooth potruding out from him set of other white teeth.

"Hey, kid. Do you know where Jackson's Pencil Factory is?" It was a weird question, since that factory has never been opened for as long as I can remember but nonetheless his business is not my business so I pointed it out for him.

"Sure. Take the road straight ahead and turn left, then turn to the right then there's an intersection and you're going to have to turn left again, then a right and then the road would seem like forever for a while but eventually you'll find two roads, you go to the right. It's a creepy part of the town up there."

"Left, right, left, right, right. Gotcha. Don't ya worry 'bout me kid, watch out for yourself too. Lots of ugly peckers round here. Nastly little things. Thanks!" He rolled his window up and drove off.

Peckers? Like woodpeckers? They don't even do any harm why should I be careful of them? Funny old guy, probably a little cuckoo too. I walked ahead and knocked on the glass doors, usually the Janitor Mr. Roodford would be inside and checking his supplies, when he's in a good mood he let's me in ahead of time and I wish his wife made him apple pie for desert last night so I could be able to get inside and fix my lockers.

"Mr. Roodford!" I called. No one answered, probably he's out in the gym cleaning the pool, or something. I sighed and checked for Pea's texts but he didn't send anything.

A crash landed inside the school, making me jump as I was turning away. Trying to get a glimpse of what was happening inside was a tough job, my point of view from this part of the school is just a long set of hallways. Maybe something happened to Mr. Roodford?

I knocked on the door again, "Hello? Anyone there?" Then a small shadow moved out one of the hallways to the left, my heart was slowly thumping in my chest, curiosity bubbling inside.

A bottle of spray paint rolled in.

I wasn't even sure if it was a spray paint but with my face so close to the glass and me squinting, I found out that it wasn't actually a spray paint. The thing was shining in a line around the edges, dark and long, and it glinted in the light. It didn't look like a normal knife but it didn't look like anything in particular either. Well, if it rolled away probably someone put a force in it for it to move (physics stuff). I waited for a few seconds, then a minute, wondering who was that behind the walls, maybe I should leave?

Most likely I would have left but I heard a deep growl and a crash from the inside and feet running. The footsteps became louder, and heavier as it nears the edge and I was contemplating to watch all of the action or ran away to safety, because by the sound of it I don't think it's a pretty sight to watch. Suddenly a gloved hand reached out for the weird looking knife and lunged back, I didn't get to see the face of the intruder but based from my perspective, the situation here is not a good one.