Chasing Cars

Chapter Four

I stared at Charleston with a horrified gaze. Rumor had it that everyone called down in the past had been expelled, only after my own experience, the realization hit me like lightning. Charleston killed them.

I screamed, praying that someone, anyone, could hear me and come to my rescue. Only Charleston didn't seem concerned, in fact, she didn't even try to stop me from screaming. Instead she laughed.

"Oh honey, my walls are completely soundproof. Nobody will hear you, so I suggest you silence yourself before you want talk at all."

Her voice sounded sweet, like she genuinely cared if I could talk or not. Obviously she couldn't care less if I lived or died. But soundproof walls!? This lady was mental. She needed some serious help, fast. Again I tried to stand, or even to sit up at this point, but I feared the worst - that my spine had been broken and I was paralyzed on the floor of the mentally unstable principal's office.

Refusing to let that fear consume me, I took a deep breath and looked up at Charleston once more. "Why do you care what was in the box?" I asked boldly, knowing it risked another beating. However it was something I was really wanting to know - why did she care? Was she interested in cocaine? Was she really just a concerned principal?

That last question made me mentally laugh. Right, because this pyscho Charleston was "just a concerned principal." Seeming to have given up, Charleston waddled back to the other side of the desk, and I heard her spinny chair screech as she sat down. I almost felt bad for the chair, all the fries and Charleston's weight had not been good to it. I lay still, dreading whatever she planned on doing next. I hoped that whatever it was, it wasn't in the form of torture.

Deciding that now was as good as any time to pray, I closed my eyes and whispered. Hey God...its me...uh..Karev. I just wanted to ask for your help and guidance through this situation...I know you must be putting me through some sort of test here because this isn't something that you'd make just anyone do. But I need you're help, so please help me get through this.

After the prayer, I felt a little bit stronger, a little bit more ready to face whatever was going to happen next in this "colorful" moment. Smacking noises sounded from the other side of the desk, and I shuddered thinking about what she was eating over there. I felt bile rise in my throat and fought to keep it down.

Charleston's phone rang. I couldn't hear anything, mainly because the person on the other end of the call was the one doing all the talking. Then Charleston spoke. "Okay then, yes. Bye bye now."

The way she sounded on the phone almost disgusted me. How could this lady sound so harsh and menacing one moment, then so sweet and kind the next!? She was full of surprises I guess....

The chair shrieked again as she stood up. "Well Miss Grey that was a lovely chat we had, but I'm afraid we have to cut it short," she said, glancing in the corner of the room toward a freaking CHAINSAW.

Grabbing the chainsaw, Charleston turned back to me and switched it on.

"Mention our chat to anyone, anyone at all and you'll be seeing a lot more of this chainsaw." She said darkly and turned it off.

"I'll call an ambulance, tell em I saw you fall down the stairs."