Colors of Solitude

Chapter 5

Clay's POV

I had nothing better to do, and the discovery of my long lost bully's sister was something I would make use of. So, I may or may not have followed her to Blue Clover. It was becoming a pain until her friend screamed and ran for her life. If she found what she was looking for, that would be a shame. I was much stronger than I was when Luke and I last met, and I don't take what he did to me lightly. What I was planning to do is not revenge, more like testing. Testing whether or not he is still stronger than me, testing to see if he wouldn't say sorry no matter what I did to him. But it didn't matter anymore, since he's dead as Lexi told me.

As Lexi finally exited the room, I crawled through one of the windows from the outside. Why couldn't the room where I first met her have at least one window like this? The ash littered room was no other than the art room. I was no good at art, so I didn't take a course. The only time I went into this room was when I needed those card-board posters for a project.

It took me no time to reach the mysterious room that had its entrance covered by a book shelf. Oh, that's quite cool, the shelf acts as a door. That's an over energetic art teacher for you.

I'm no art expert, so I had absolutely no idea on what the room was used for. The light of the sun only made a thin streak in the darkness, I had no flashlight and my phone was on low battery even though I didn't use it a lot today. Moving the creative door took more effort than I thought. It also made a lot of disturbing noises that made me quite uncomfortable. I finally opened it fully when the light revealed to me something disturbing. My stomach felt as if it travelled up my throat. The wrecked and burned outline of what was Luke was now just a dead body. I thought of times when I might encounter a dead body, most of the time I thought I would be fine seeing one, or touching one. But that was only in my imagination.

Taking my time to calm down and trying not to barf I took a step back. When I heard one of those noises again, but this time it wasn't coming from the door. It came from the roof. Just in time, I fell back, the roof had collapse. My gaze was met with a desk firmly holding down my foot, thank goodness I wasn't stuck. Well, I guess I hope this isn't my deskiny. All jokes aside I felt excruciating pain coming from my foot. It felt as if it was on fire and the flames only blazed stronger. The door must have been supporting the ceiling. Cursing as I vowed to bring a flashlight with me everywhere, I noticed a puddle of blood starting to form of blood.

The pain distracted me from the sound of cars approaching the building, but I recovered fast enough that I was able to crawl back out the way I came from. Just when I was dragging myself out of sight, people I neglected to notice shouted at me to stop. As I looked back I notice the familiar uniforms of the police. Ignoring the unbearable pain that came from my foot, I quickly wrapped it in my jacket to stop the flow of blood from leaving any trails. Then, I proceeded to intensify my pain even more by quickening my pace as I steadily jogged putting more weight on one side of my body. They gave up pretty easily though, because they already had my blood to identify me.

The way I cussed the next following minutes healed me in a way that was more for my mind than my physical state. I miraculously made my way to the little complex I call home. No one knew where I lived because I lived alone, supporting myself with every penny I had. Ran from my father infact, there is no running needed from my mother because she hopefully is in a better place. She and I had a very good mother and son relationship.

Can't say the same for my father though, he is an inventor whose inventions won't get recognised by the world. He is so insanely mad at the reoccurring outcome that he has completely neglected the world. You could call him a mad scientist if you knew how he acted when he gets rejected. He could even play the villain in a story if he wanted to. I do understand his frustration somewhat though, his inventions are spectacular, it just doesn't fit the appeal of the people he is trying to sell to.

Anyways, I made my way through my humble abode, packing anything that needed to be packed. Then, I finally took a breathe and properly bandaged and took care of my wrecked foot.

After I locked the door and headed to a safe distanced park, I let the events regarding the school, play back in my head. There was something extremely weird with how it looked. Everything was perfectly fine, everything except for those distorted details that helped me distinguish objects apart. I don't know to explain it... it was like there was an upgrade to my eyesight. It definitely didn't hurt. The fire at the school had the same effect, and now more things are becoming like it. What is happening? I should stop thinking about it, I'm starting to get a headache.

One other thing looked out of place, too. Luke's body should have been perfectly roasted, and by that I mean there should have been no cuts or gashes since nothing seemed to have touched him. However, there was this one hole, right where his heart should have been. I knew that bastard would have survived the fire. It seems as if something got to him first.

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