My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 5

"She's, she's, she's DEAD!" Alan exclaims. Alan, Terry, Sam and I were sitting at one of the tables pushing the slop around in our bowls. Ever since I woke up to Jade's lifeless body lying in a pool of blood on her bed, there had been a million accusations. Most of them at me. Sam had been surprisingly calm, even though his girlfriend was murdered. The whole place had been on lockdown; the windows were locked; the door was locked and even the cupboards were locked! While I was pushing my slop around on my bowl, I noticed Sam glancing at me every so often, as if I needed protecting, as if I was about to drop dead at any second. I'm 100% safe. I thought, but I spoke too soon. Suddenly Madame Lazzelle stalked over. "So as you murdered my favourite child," she says it with a smug tone, "so I've given the others a chance to punish you for your crime. Come on out now and throw her in the cage..."
Several gormless looking figures begin to approached me, fear building on my chest,surrounding me in a slow circle. They all had permanent malevolent grins plastered on their ashen faces. Hands protruded out at me and I stood up so abruptly I sent my slop into the air and landing with an almighty smash.
"No! Leave me alone!" I yelled as bony fingers clasped around my arms, I slap at them and tried to run, terror was purely evident on my pale face. "GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed batting away the lifeless hands grasped about my person. Desperately I made an effort to run but my feet were glued to the floor by five psychotic children. I screamed and yelped and Sam looked horrified from the corner, whilst the other children just grinned. Then it all went black.

WHIIIIIIPPPPP! WHHHHIIIIIIPPPP!
WHHHIIIIP!

It never seemed to stop, the pain and blood I mean. I braced myself for another hit but all that came was silence. I opened my eyes and realized that there was a hunched figure yanking me to my feet. My eyesight cleared and I realized it was Madam Lazzelle.
"That is enough, come with me you brat!" She screeched and I flinched. She must have thought flinching was a sign of weakness as she backhanded me, studded rings cutting deep into my skin. She dragged me upstairs and chucked me into my room.
The smell of blood still lingered in the air and there were red stains on the floor. Memories of earlier that day rushed through my mind bringing tears to my eyes. Even though I hardly knew Jade and in the time I did know her she was a complete witch, I didn't wish for her to be murdered. I clambered into my bed, shutting my eyes tight.
Surprisingly, my dreams weren't as bad as last nights. No creepy, hypnotic voices encouraging me to murder someone. No waiting rooms. But there were shadow creatures. I was in an alley way where there was a flickering street light. The shadows started gathering, started forming a body. The body grew and stretched until it formed what looked like a hydra form Greek mythology. It grinned and beckoned me towards it and it's massive pit of horrors. Forcing myself to shake my head (with much difficulty, might I add) but the creature seemed to pull me towards the pit, I cried in agony, screaming "NO, NO!" It reminded me of the traumatic experience I had witnessed earlier. Then I awoke with a tremendous pain in my back and I remembered the lashes I received with the studded belt, groaning and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes slowly I rolled out of bed and onto the floor, where the impact made my wounds sting with a ferocity. My shirt torn and bloody I pull it off so only my bra covers my stomach which used to be toned now reduced to a rib covered tight skinned box. I counted my lashes, gliding my finger slowly across them. 57 that's what I counted, and that's when I break. "WHY ME?! WHAT DID I DO THAT WAS SO BAD!!!!???" I cried and let rip everything, how much I miss Charlotte and Libby, mum and dad, everything. I lay there for days, literally, ignoring my growling stomach and just everything. Once a day a hand reaches in and slides a plate of slop through the small crack in the door before bolting it again. For the first time in ages I pick up my phone and check it for notifications, 569, Instagram, Snapchat, WhatsApp and basically every app you can imagine. God knows how many texts from Char and Lib and people texting me to say "Where are you??X" and "Tell me babeXXX". Then I realised I hadn't even told anyone about my terrible state, not that I really wanted to anyway. It must have been a week after and I was half dead, nearly being snatched by the impulse of it but just narrowly avoiding it, Sam came in, literally just strode in not like he had just picked a lock or broken every rule known to man kind. "Stacey!" He gasped staring at my deranged figure. In reply I groaned heavily and began to cry, the silent cry, where you feel like your chest will just explode and your insides writhe, its the most painful way of crying and I learnt that the hard way. He bends down to my height and instead of comforting me like I was naive enough to believe he slapped me angrily. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" I try to scream at him but it's more of an underused squeal. "Stacey pull the truck together, I thought you were different," he hesitated,"be realistic here girl, lying here won't help anything you idiot, now stand up and help me!" He roared this, causing me to flinch. He offers me his hand, its warm and sent sensational tingles throughout my body. Pulling me up he smiled,"I knew you were a fighter." I weakly smiled in return as my knees give way and I fall to the floor with an almost silent thud. "Come on take my hand," Sam looked very handsome in the evening light. I hold it tightly and am lifted to my feet, I opened my mouth to say something but he put his finger on my lips and lifted me so I sat on the edge of the bed, then he joins me and we share a moment of an awkward stare, before he pulls out a folder. "How-" I began once again but he hushed me and opens the mysterious folder.
"Alright since you've been locked in here two people have been found dead and three missing (presumed dead),"
"So your blaming me, like everyone else." I hissed, angry that all he wanted to see me for was to yell and accuse me.
"No, you bloody idiot, I was clearly wrong about you, you can't help me. Your not the one, they were wrong." He trails off into a mutter. "Who?" I stammer. "No one," he snaps, "maybe you can help me after all." He sighs heavily. "First a boy called Timothy, (pronounced Tim-o-tea) presumed dead, missing," he shows Mr an image of a surprisingly normal looking child, about five, "then a girl called Zachaira (pronounced Zach-A-Ria) presumed dead, missing," yet again he shows me an image but she looks zombified and retarded, "a boy called, Fred, yet again presumed dead, missing. Here let's get to the juicy stuff, a boy called Jace found hung in the girls toilets, awful, really. And then last of all Alan found drowned in a sink, horrible it is, it really is." He hands me a cluster of disturbing images of their deaths, he also says these sentences with an extreme note of sadness, but he didn't show it. "And that's why I need your help, in a week we will be leaving and going somewhere." He grinned at me. I frowned and looked at him with a sense of doubt. "Did I even sign up to this?" I asked, temper flaring and cheeks ablaze. "No, you don't have a choice, you know to much, if you backed out I'd have to leave you to die, or I could speed it up," he pulls out a blade, looking menacing, "but that is hypothetical speech, so you in kiddo?" He looked at me hopefully. Reluctantly I nodded. "Stay here, I'll get you out, but if you tel anyone, even those you love, I'll have to kill them, this is a top secret mission. Remember that." He smiled at me one more time before leaving.

Authors Note
What do you think will happen next? Let's just say, it will blow your mind! There will hopefully be an update next week so stay tuned and stay fabulous XXX.