Chapter 4: The Start Of Nightmare...
♕ Abby's POV ♕
*Yawns* This has been the god knows how many times I've yawn. I almost got caught dozing off during Honours History class just now ... I mean how could you not doze off after a sleepless night and then having to listen to a boring wacky lady teaching you how the heck did Stalin rose to power and what the crap did he do to consolidate his power. Okay, sure I'm a straight As student but that doesnt mean I dont get tired of listening to boring lessons especially in this state!
I continued to trudge down the hallways to my next lesson, AP Physics.. Oh c'mon! Does someone up there really hates me? Why the hell do I have all the suckish lessons for today's schedule! I then palmed my face into my thick textbook of Physics.
Just as I walked past the janitors' closet, someone covered my mouth, muffering my hysterical screams while that person dragged me into the closest.
I started to thrashed around vigorously hoping to break free but the person holding me captive was too strong. Then, I was dragged into the total darkness. I can feel the person's hot breath against my cheeks. Instantly, I remembered the horrifying stories that my seniors told me before they graduated.
It was about this guy who was a social outcast in this school. He was despised and avoided by many, even the teachers and his own biological parents hated him. So he started to feel inferior and took out his anger on innocent girls in the school. He would wear a ski mask over his head and grabbed any unlucky girl who happens to walked past the janitor's closet and then raped them. But that wasnt all. He didnt just raped them, he did very disturbing things on his victims which left them all scarred for life. His abusive sexual torture continued for about one year with more than thirty girls. After one year, he was being discovered. When the school called the police, the guy then hung himself in this very closet, the one where he raped girls which was the very one I'm in right now.
Rumour has it that his spirit was unable to seek peace for he took alot of innocence. So his evil spirit still haunts the closet waiting for some unlucky girl to pass by. Some even said that they heard girls' screams coming out from the school at night when they passed by.
With that horrifyin story in mind now, I started to panick even more trying to break free from the person's iron grip. I then kicked the person in the balls and ran to the door. But the door was locked. I turned back to the person and squeaked , "Please dont kill me or rape me. I'm still young and I've got a while life ahead from me! I havent even complete my bucket list yet! Please dont kill me, Mr Ghost!"
The person started to laugh, and I mean he started to laugh the laughing-my-ass-off kinda laugh. The sound of his laughter sounded too familiar and human-ish to be some ghost of a rapist.
I felt around for the light switch and turned it on and guess what? The bastard who stood infront laughing like no tomorrow was friggin Calvin Stone!
"Ahahahaha! Mr Ghost? Hahahah! Abby you really are something y'know?"
"OH SHUT IT STONE! And what the hell? Why in the name of ghandi did you drag me here for? You freaking bastard! Diya know you scared me shitless? My heart almost stopped! I thought you were some rapist! You friggin jerkface!" I started to rage at Calvin.
"Woah there Caramel! What's got you so pissed off? Didnt have enough sleep?"
"DONT. EVER. CALL. ME. CARAMEL! And yes! I didnt have enough sleep and it was all thanks to another jerk who kept me up all night!"
Wondering what happen last night? Well after screaming bloody mary at the jerk James for knocking on my balony door last night, he said he was bored and he ended up lounging in my room until five or at least I thought it was five since I couldnt resist the dying urge to sleep, I fell asleep around that time. He must have carried me to bed and left through the balcony window. Since I only slept at five and woke up at six thirty for school, I was dead beat. I look worse than a friggin zombie!
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Dla nastolatkówMeet Abby Evers, a 17 year old girl. She may look and act dorky but lemme tell ya, she ain't your typical dork or nerd you expect. Well she's goody two shoes all right, but she can talk a storm up and throw hurtful words around though she doesnt rea...