Prep School

Chapter 46

I wake up, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
What time is it?
I look at my clock.
3:45 a.m.
That's weird.... Why'd I wake up this early?
Oh well, might as well take a shower, training wiped me out yesterday.
I shuffle out of bed, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail.
I grab some clothes and go into the bathroom.
I pull back the shower curtain.
I drop my clothes onto the floor.
I scream. I scream so loud I hear something crack behind me. My ears ring as I look down at the shower floor.
At Gianna's dead body.
Her neck is halfway cut through, showing frayed nerves and veins. Pieces of dead skin hangs off her skeleton. Dried blood is streaked across her neck, and is matted into her head. Where her skull is lopsided. And crushed in.
I scream harder.
Dead Gianna turns her head and moans," You did this to me."
Her voice is barely a rasp, seeing as her windpipe is crushed.
Her neck turns 360 degrees and I see her milky white eyes. And her sneering, twisted mouth with decayed, black teeth. Blood drips from her lips.
I back up against the wall as Gianna creaks up and walks toward me. Her bones jut out of her ankle and her arms. They scratch against the wall as she walks.
Her arms are claws and they reach for my throat. Blood cakes her nails, making it seem like she painted her nails with it.
Her hands find my neck and squeeze.
I pull at them, but her hands are like vices. I pull and try to kick her off me.
It doesn't work. Her hands grip my neck even tighter.
They squeeze harder and harder until I feel something crack. I see spots and stars as I try to keep my eyes open.
"Please..... Let...... Me ......go," I wheeze.
Gianna just a pushes down harder collapsing my windpipe.
Everything goes stark white.
"Freak."
I pull at her arms, trying to get them away from me.
I scratch at her, but my nails bend back, tearing into my nail beds. I screech in pain and go limp.
The pain in my throat is unbearable, choking me, suffocating me, drowning me.
I struggle then go still again.
The world goes black. Then it bursts back into starburst of red and purple.
I can feel veins popping and exploding. I can feel blood vessels being cut off and building up with pressure. I can feel thousands of cold, thin needles being pushed into my body, pulling at my tendons and nerves.
I scream in pain. But it's like I can't die, it's like my body won't die, like I'm cursed to feel eternal pain.
I feel tears going down my cheeks and down my neck, washing away some of the blood Gianna's hands have imprinted onto it.
Gianna's face is a sneer, her teeth look like they're sharpening themselves into fangs. Her eyes are yellowing with a small, black sliver serving as her pupil.
I can only look at her helplessly, as she grins, blood caking her gums, and brings her fangs to rip into my neck.
Suddenly the bathroom door opens, knocking Gianna away from me. She hisses and scrambles back up. I fall against the wall, leaning against it heavily.
A tall, black figure stands in the doorway. They're holding a scythe and I breathe out in relief and crawl towards them.
As I near them, they kick me straight into the ribs. I hear something crack and a stabbing hot needle of pain digs in.
I gasp as the wind rushes out of my chest.
"Why?" I barely can get the word out.
"I'm.....one of....you."
The figure flips the hood of their shroud, and I gasp again from the pain.
"Killer," he spits.
He kicks me again in the ribs and the world explodes in a swirl of colors.