Call Me CryBaby

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A few hours had passed. I was on my last class of the day when suddenly the school emergency bell rang. Panic filled the room. Mr.Brown yelled around, telling us to get out of the school immediately. People were shouting and running. They kept on bumping on me on the hallway, blocking my way.

When I reached the main door and got out of the building, people were already scattered around the field. Some were making phone calls, some were yelling at the teachers, some were crying. And some were confused, like me.

I kept on asking people what happened. Most of them couldn't get the words out of their mouths, they kept on mumbling things, shocked. Until someone told me that she saw a dead body in the girls bathroom on the West Wing. My curiosity got the best of me. I walked back inside the school. Something at the back of my mind kept on telling me that maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with me blacking out a few hours ago. I had never been so scared in my entire life. Many possibilities flew around my head. I had to prove myself that this had nothing to do with me. For the sake of me getting some sleep tonight.

I sneaked in. I ended up on a deserted hall, alone. My feet dragged me to the sound of crowd yelling, I wanted to see what happened there. I saw the crowd far on the end of the hallway on my right. When I moved my feet to turn right, I felt someone else's presence somewhere around me. It was making me really uncomfortable and nervous.

"Um- hello?" I looked around. There was nobody there. Then I heard a bang sound of a locker. My feet walked slowly to the left hallway. The light were terrifyingly dim. As I walked through the hallway, I smelled a terrible stench. I walked closer and closer to the source of the smell. It was coming from a locker. My locker. I didn't remember putting anything that would smell bad inside my locker. But the smell was unbearable. I opened it carefully while covering my nose with my hand.

When I saw what was inside my locker, I screamed. Or at least I thought I was screaming. My throat was so dry that my scream was barely audible. There were fingers, an ear, nails, eyes, with fresh blood all over it. My body froze, my eyes were so wide it would've fallen out of it's sockets. I wanted to run and never look back, but then I saw a piece of paper with fingers attached on it. And as always, my curiosity was too strong for me to resist.

I grabbed the filthy paper out of the locker. It was hard to make out the words with blood covering the sentences. My finger grazed over the words. Until I could make out what was written on it.

Hello, killer.
-C.

I screamed as loud as I could. I backed away from the locker, horrified. Then my back bumped onto something- someone. A hand slid up to my mouth, stopping me from screaming. A tear rolled down my cheek. The hands gripped my body tightly, holding me still. I couldn't move, I was trapped. The hand turned around the paper I was holding. I refused to see what was written on the back of the paper. So instead, I looked to my right. I was expecting the crowd to run towards me, but there was nobody there. My tears fell out uncontrollably, I was sobbing so hard. They were gone.
I was left alone, with a psycho.

"P-please, let me go."
I begged for mercy.

The psycho moved my head forcefully to look at the paper. I closed my eyes, refusing his demand. I felt something sharp lingered on my neck. It felt cold, and wet. My eyes shot open.
It was a scissor.

The psycho pushed the scissor into my neck, slowly but dangerously. Drops of blood slowly streamed down my neck. I couldn't handle the pain anymore, so I obeyed him. I opened my eyes and read the words in front of me.

Kill or be killed.
Die or survive.
Uncover the truths behind your life. Let the game begin.

My face became paler, my feet felt weak and I couldn't see clearly with tears swimming in my eyes. But I gathered every ounce of strength I had to release myself from the psycho. Before I had the chance to do that, the psycho suddenly released his grip on my body by himself, walking away from me.

And just like that, I fell to the ground.
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After everything that had happened at the school, I decided to get some rest. Only to be awakened by my nightmares.

"Noo!"
My eyes shot open. My body was trembling. It was another sick nightmare. I sat up on my bed. I took some pills in my bedside table. The ones Jake gave me before he was gone. I wasn't really sure what those were, but Jake said it would prevent me from blacking out and prevent the panic attacks from happening. He said it would help me calm myself, and it worked. But lately, I had only been taking it once in a few days. Because there were only a few pills left. So I had to be efficient.

My neck hurt so bad. The stitches were so harsh against my skin. A few hours ago, I had to stitch my neck by myself. Thank god the cuts weren't that deep.

I realized I had no one to talk to. No one to talk about me blacking out, about my nightmares, and about the terror yesterday. No one would ever believe me. I had no one by my side. I was completely alone when it came to these stuffs. I missed my family, I missed Jake. A big lump formed in my throat, my eyes watered, followed by a few teardrops. I quickly wiped it with the back of my hand.

I told myself I had to be strong to get through this. I wrote everything down on my dream journal, every details I could remember about the terrifying dream I had.

I hadn't report the terror a few hours ago to the police yet. I was too tired, I had no energy left to deal with the police officers. I just wanted to get some sleep.

Besides, I had no evidence. I didn't even know if the psycho was a girl or a boy. It could be anyone honestly.

As I wrote on my journal, my mind started to think hard. The body was found on the girls bathroom on the West Wing. While in my dreams, I killed someone on the girls bathroom on the East Wing. It was far from each other and they look totally different. I remembered it clearly that I was on the East Wing.

And in my dreams, I killed Aiden. But I remembered, Aiden called me freak yesterday. Which means that he was still alive. That it was all weren't real after all.
I could never kill someone.

If it wasn't Aiden who died, who was it then? But the real question was,

If I wasn't the killer, who was it then?
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A.N: Ohmylord, sorry for the late update. I've been so busy lately. I just moved to a different city and school and I had to edit so many videos. Please understand, and sorry if there's any typo cause I didn't re-write it this chapter.

Btw tell me what you think about this chapter! ily guys.

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Pretty please with cherry on top?