What She Left

chapter ten

this isn't edited so plz excuse any mistakes

mentioning kinkiestslut so she'll look at this and think that ive dedicated it to her

nine fifty-eight a.m., march fifteenth, two thousand and seventeen

The library.

No, Mei says, that's not a good idea. We're trapped, in there. We can't get out if she comes in there.

No, they say. She'll pass by it, we'll be safe. We'll all live. We have to hide.

No, we have to run.

But no one will listen to the half-crazy girl whose best friend had just died a bloody death right before her eyes. No one will listen to the girl soaked with blood, in her clothes, dripping from the ends of her hair. Crazy.

But that horrible feeling Mei had felt this morning before she walked in those now shattered glass doors, it came back, and it said, don't do this, don't hide, run.

They pity her. They're treating her like glass, like a small child who might scream if she is hurt or cold or scared. The dark haired boy puts his hand on her arm and leads her into the library. There's no pity in his eyes. Just sadness; fear.

She's not far behind, the girl with the gun. The only person with such slow, stalking footsteps in the building was her. Everyone else is running.

As every second passes, Mei feels less like a human and more like prey; she feels hunted, stalked. There's a girl out there who can kill her in a split second, and she's helpless at her mercy. And she's pretty sure that this girl had no mercy.

Her and the dark haired boy- Jack, that's his name- slide under a table set up for book fair sign ups; it has a tablecloth that reaches to the floor. It's dark. Mei can only think of a cave. A cave that a hunted animal might hide in.

The footsteps echo in the hallways, empty except for the hunter and her prey. No hallway chatter, lockers slamming, laughter heard over the din. No, just the footsteps of a killer. The girl who killed Mei's best friend, right before her eyes.

Mei closes her eyes and prays.

    *

    Marianne can't breathe.

    She'd woken up with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Rolling over, she had checked to make sure her boyfriend was still alive, and when she saw his chest rising and falling evenly, she wrapped her arm around his and fell back asleep.

      But she'd woken up an hour later and known that something was not right.

      Dressing quickly and quietly, she had tiptoed out to the kitchen and called her mother. As expected, Aleece was angry at being woken up, especially by her least favorite child. Marianne cringed as her mother yelled through the phone. Though she said otherwise, everyone knew that Aleece was still not over Marianne moving out.

     "...anyway, what did you even call for?" Marianne sighed.

     "Is Bailey at school?"