Roses have thorns

His evening routine

Rui Nakumora sat alone in the school where she had been that day. Hours before, Rui and her friends where playing dares. One of them dared Rui to stay behind at the school until morning, and she didn't want to look a wimp, so proceeded with the dare.

she sat there, in the bathroom. It was cold, and dark. She pushed her thighs together to try and create warmth. She clenched her body tightly, in attempt to keep her tender skin from peeling off at the icey temperature. Her hazel eyes scanned the stall she was in, checking for anything unusual. All she saw was black shapes in the darkness, but nothing unusual, so she thought.

just then, there was a sound. Barely audible, like a pin dropping. She froze. Had someone else been in that bathroom with her? Why were they still here? She slowly, lifted her small feet off the ground, and onto the toilet seat where she was sitting. As her feet hit the seat, it made a small sound. Rui flinched.

then there was another sound, however it was coming from above her. Rui shut her eyes tight. Another sound, a lot louder. Rui froze on fear. She slowly, opened her eyes, and tilted her head up. Her eyes began to widen, seeing a pale hand grabbing the top of her stall, as of someone was trying to climb it. She screamed, and immediately sprung up, flinging open the stall door and running. Rui ran as fast as her legs could carry her, however that was not enough. She could hear footsteps behind her, picking up their pace every second. Rui was getting out of breath, and needed to hide. As she was running, she spotted an open locker. She quickly jumped inside of it, closing it tightly once she was inside.

she put her hand over her mouth, in attempt to quiet her breathing. Her black hair had fallen out of a braid and was tangled by her shoulders, as she sat their. There was a long silence for a while, so she decided to open the door.

gently, she wedged it open, enough to see outside. She carefully put one foot out. She bit her rosy lips in fear someone might grab her leg. Nothing. She put her other leg out. Nothing. She slowly bought her whole body out, and stood there, peering into the darkness.

then a hand wrapped around her mouth, she struggled in attempt to break free, however the person was too strong. She heard a sound, like someone flipping out a pocket knife. Her eyes widened, as she tried desperately to move. No use. Another pale hand, held a knife in front of her face. She began to sob as the person brought the knife to her neck. They gently trailed the knife along her pale skin. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. The person then harshly stabbed the knife into the skin behind her collar bone. She screamed in pain, as the person started carving something into her. Each turn of the knife felt like pure pain. Like someone was setting her on fire. Blood spattered everywhere, as she cried and screamed. After an eternity of pain, the person ripped the knife out of her at an angle. The knife and ridges, so as it was pulled out, some of her flesh was caught on it. Her limp body fell the ground, blood pouring out of her collar area. Her eyes rolled back, as she felt herself slowly fading away, into darkness.

the person walked away, not feeling any guilt. He went outside, feeling the cold breeze of the night passing his face. He through the knife and anything with his DNA on into the furnace outside of the school, then switched it on and left it to burn. As he left the school he looked up to the night sky, admiring the moon. He hadn't always been this way. He used to be... Normal.

He ruffled his black hair, and continued his brisk walk home. All he had to do now was wait for his client to pay him for all his hard work. He had been doing this and getting paid for a long time now, it pretty much became his evening routine.

he looked down at his white shoes. "I just had to get blood on these didn't I?" He said to himself, looking at the mess on his new shoes. He through his pale hand on his forehead in frustration. He was nearly at his house. He grabbed his keys from his leather jacket pocket, and opened the wooden door into his cold home. He stepped in, and slid off his shoes, quickly rushing to bed so he could finally sleep.

He wandered about what it would be like if he never agreed to this job, if he had stayed working in a hotel, and stayed with his girlfriend. Sometimes he wished he could just start over...