New School

Chapter 10: #3

Conor Brennan

By the time I woke up, it was very bright outside. I looked to see the time. August 14th, 12 something noon, I didn't see a cloud above, the sun was shining down. It was a very pretty day. But I, I really had to wonder why, cos in a dream I had that night, Conor had not done his job correctly, and he was arrested for attempted kidnap. I knew, however, that Conor wouldn't let me down.

A few hours later, Emma went out to get Conor, Nadira and hopefully Joe from school. I said my prayers that everything turned out alright, and I had no need to panic. With Joe slumped over his shoulder, Conor strided triumphantly into the main room, and dumped him onto the couch. I paced up and down the room, wondering what to do when Joe woke up. I really should've thought of it earlier, but for some reason, I hadn't.

Around an hour later, Joe came to life, wondering why he was where he was, which, to be honest, was a fair question considering he was chained to a metal bedframe. I sat up in my chair when I saw him struggling to get up, and when he saw me, he spat abuse at me. I listened to none of it and took out a scalpel. He was suddenly silenced and started shaking his head.

It had not occurred to me by this stage that I was a sadistic bastard.

I put on a surgeon's mask, and pulled out a pair of nice and sharp scissors to go with my shiny scalpel. Joe's eyes were wide with fear, and his mouth hung open, speechless. Wiping my scalpel with a cloth, I exclaimed: 'Bet you wish you didn't fuck with me now, huh?', to which he replied by going mental trying to break out of his chains. He was never going to get out, so I didn't know why he was still trying.

Just before you get the wrong idea, the whole surgery thing was just a ploy to frighten Joe into thinking I was going to do something crazy to him. After threatening to cut off his scrotum, I wondered if he even had a scrotum, but I didn't find out anyways.

Writing this now, I've realised how mad and messed up I was, just because I was bullied in a new school.

I left the room, telling Joe that was going to get a drill I forgot to bring in. While outside, I wondered what I would actually do to him, and why I had brought him here in the first place. I returned to the room with normal clothes on, and without a surgeon's mask on. Joe calmed down slightly, but was still freaked out. I questioned him as to why he judged me and mocked me. He said he just wanted to fit in with everyone else, and make friends. How does he think I felt???

That night, Joe had calmed down a bit. I told him that I wasn't going to do anything to him with the scalpel or anything like that, but he didn't seem to believe me, and he freaked out again. I needed to stop him from trying to break out, it was only stressing him out. Pouring some chloroform onto a cloth until it was soaking wet, I put the cloth over Joe's face, and he immediately fell asleep.

He never woke again...