CALAMITY

ONE - Disaster

Calamity screamed.

She knows she did. Did she? She doesn't know. The scene before her was horrendous. Involuntarily, it was etched into her brain, every detail, the biggest and smallest pools of blood, the bruises and cuts she saw on the bodies, blood flowing out like a waterfall, god, she hoped she was dreaming. Olberon's body was sprawled on the floor by the pool table, a gaping hole in his chest. His eyes were glassy and empty, staring at the wall next to her. His pink shirt was stained red from the wound, his formerly black skinny jeans were now ripped jeans with red stains on them.

Ash was on the couch, his right leg hanging over the edge. His left hand was gone, the knub that replaced his missing limb was dripping with his blood. A knife was buried in his stomach, an opened cigarette pack with only four left inside, resting on his chest. His black nikes he wore this morning was by the door, or at least one was. The other was on Apollo's crotch, who was on the pool table.

An eight and three ball rested in his hands, two more stuffed into his mouth. The pool-stick was jammed into his throat, the blood that was supposed to be gushing out was just a small fountain, squirting a little bit of blood every once in awhile. It made Calamity want to puke, not that Ash's missing limb wasn't enough. Not that her most recent ex, Olberon, who had a hole in his chest wasn't enough either. The bile in her throat threatened to rise even further when her eyes landed on Leo.

Leo. His eyes were gouged out, two black voids staring at her as his limp body hung from the ceiling, a rope around his neck. His hands were bleeding, which meant he struggled. His favorite coat was on the floor below him, four smaller knives jammed into his right arm. The left had forks. The scene in front of her was disturbing, haunting and heartbreaking. What kind of morbid shit was this?

Tears streamed down her face as she stared at them, unable to tear her eyes away. A hand clamped onto her shoulder, but she didn't bother to turn. Calamity heard gasps, shrieks and curses. Everyone who was in the dorm building must've heard her scream. The others screaming will attract more attention. She doesn't know if she wants people to find out about this, or if she wants their death to be a secret. But that might be too late. Everyone in dorm 2-1 knows now, and no one is making fun of the jackasses of room 52 anymore.