The Insane Shadow.

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Today was another day. I got dressed in my school uniform and left for school.
"Bye Mom!"

"Bye Honey! Oh did you get your breakfast?" she asked.

"...yeah." i was lying of course. I was already almost late anyways.

"Ok honey. By-"

I slammed the door and ran to the bus stop to catch my bus, i was right on time... When i arrived to school, i noticed 2 things. #1 I wasnt late! #2 There was a weird red liquid stain on the front of the school next to the gate... Again, i thought it was paint. As i walked into Advisory class, my teacher, Mrs. Smith. Did not have to yell at me and say i was late, instead, she looked rather suprised to see me be the 4th person in class. She also told me to take my seat. This day was a off day for me. Im ALWAYS late.

When it was time for gym, i walked into the girls locker room. It seemed silent... Its very weird for the girls locker room to be silent. I would always hear the crying girl sobbing in the far end corner, but i didnt hear her. I decided to look for her.

I searched and searched but there was no sign of her. I was already late for gym by 14 minutes so i decided to skip and keep looking. No teachers were out anyways, They were all teaching. I left the girls locker room to see the janitors closet door open. The janitor was sick today though so why is the door open? I slowly walked towards the janitors closet door. As i was getting closer i heard mumbling.. It got louder and louder when i got closer. I creeked the door to open up just a little bit more, and thats when i saw a girl. Sitting down with black hair, pale white skin, and a white uniform coverd in blood.

"There you are." I said to the crying girl. But she wasnt crying today. She was mumbling. The crying girl didnt talk back, she kept mumbling. I couldnt put her words into REAL words. I was too far away from her.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Are you scared?" i asked. But she kept mumbling. I decided to walk away when i felt something grip onto my wrist. The crying girl stood up and grabbed my wrist. She smiled at me with a insane look. I couldnt see her eyes. They were covered by her long black bangs. I was in shock for a whlie.. Why did she grab me and why isnt she letting go.

"Uh... Please. Please let me go.." i said in fear. She kept mumbling though...

"Its time for me to go to class though... So please let go..." I said in fear. I heard her mumble a little bit more clearly again. I could understand some what what she was saying, i heard these 5 words clearly. "Died" "road" "left" "Parents" "abandon" "school". Those were the words i could hear clearly. Theres many possibilities why she would be mumbling these words. I started to talk to her again.

"Are you ok..?" i asked.

"No." the crying girl said in a blank, sane voice. I was in shock to actually hear the crying girl talk to me. It was strange and very creepy...

"Are you dead." she asked with no emotion.

"..No..." i said to her. She looked upset and i think she was hoping for me to be dead... Then. She slowly let go of my hand and fell to the ground to start crying again. She sobbed and sobbed. I felt bad alittle bit though.. I dont know what answer she was hoping for.. Then she mumbled again. This made me run.
"I...i- i will kill you Alex. I will push you to the ground. Stomp on your head till you bleed to death. I will follow you. I will be your shadow. Taunting you. So you can feel my pain. Run now. Or you will suffer.." She said while her sanity dropped.
     I took of running. I didnt know where to go. I just ran strait for the school gates. I looked behind me to see if she was there. She was running. I can hear her laughing. She was chasing me. Her hair was still covering her face. She had a knife in her hand. I felt her get closer and closer to me. I can hear the laughing getting closer. I can see her shadow getting closer.. I felt the heat of her body getting near. I could hear the blade in her hand getting closer to my body. I let out a scream. Then my eyes shut. All i saw was black.

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