I walk the empty halls at night, listening to the buzzing of the flickering lights above me. I graze my fingertips on the lockers as I pass, reliving old memories. The heartbreak, and betrayal. I look around, wondering if I could find my locker out of the many that lined the halls.
I hear footsteps, none that I recognize of the days of old. They follow me as I roamed the old cafeteria, where sounds of lunch plates clinking together can be heard. Through the old gym, where the swish of a net, shoes squeaking on the wooden floor, the buzzer signaling the end of the quarter, and the whistle of a referee as the game ended. The ghostly footsteps followed me into the playground, where the sounds of swings and games of tag were heard being played, as the last remnants of life. And above it all, above the clamor of lunch, the sounds of a basketball game being played, above the sounds of children playing, and above even the sound of footsteps, the was a drumming, whispering through the trees with the wind, pounding into my head. My eyes shot open as I lay in the ashes of my school.
A/N hope you liked it an comment what you want to read about. I will put credit in the chapter if I use your idea!
Mich
