I finished my drink as I walked up to the gym doors. Perfect timing. They don't allow food in the gyms. I dropped my cup into the trash at the door as the bell rang. A flood of students rushed for the doors. I stepped aside to avoid being swept away. I avoided the stragglers as I walked to the med office. I quietly stepped inside and walked over to one of the few chairs scared around the room. I let my bag slide to the floor as I settled into the blue plastic seat. The medical coach walked past me. When she noticed me, she did a double take. "Dear lord, J, you almost gave me a heart attack," she laughed. I gave her a small smile. Her laughter stopped abruptly as she walked over to me. "Oh my," she sighed as she looked over my face, "what happened to you? Is it a boy? I swear if a boy hurt you, he won't live to see the sunrise." I waved her off, "I got hurt doing my job, I'm single as you know. And do you really think I wouldn't fight back?" She smiled sadly, "Yeah, Jack. I know your a fighter, be careful ok?" I nodded, and she walked off to prepare the final. Coach A, the highly protective mama bird to all of her students. But never. Never. Piss her off. Canadian geese got nothing on her. I shivered slightly at the thought. The other four students entered the room panting. Moments later the bell rang. They all flopped into chairs around the room, dropping bags and folders to the floor. Coach A entered the room, dragging a bag of training dummies behind her. She threw one full body dummy to each of us. "Each person will receive an unique list if injuries your patient has. Treat them accordingly," she spoke just loud enough that you had to hear her. A piece of notebook paper was handed to me and I got to work.
-------------------30 minutes and a ton of bandages later------------------------
I knocked lightly on the office door, "I'm done." She stood up from her desk, " Ill check over your work." She walked over to my dummy and picked up the list on its chest. She hummed slightly, eyes flicking between the list and my handiwork. After a few moments of quiet she muttered, "Perfect." She turned to me, "I know you wanna run off and do your own thing, but wait around for everyone to finish." I nodded. This is odd. I pulled out my sketchbook and began to draw. My mind wandered to my faceless and nameless stalker. My mind moved independently from my pencil and drifted to thinking about the man who tried to kill me. I swapped the pencil for ink pen and continued my mental detour. The pen quickly swapped for colored pencils. I was brought back to reality by Coach A announcing that everyone had finished. I glanced down at my drawing, a slightly wilted sunflower sitting in a small pool of blood, a few drops of which decorated the petals. Morbid much? The Coach clapped the hands, "I bet you are all wondering why I asked you to stay. Well I'm know for a fact that you know how to take care of injuries. However I don't know if you have the supplies to do so. So. I made you all first aid kits. Each one has a personalized storage bag and gift as well as all the medical supplies." She pulled five large bags out from behind a desk, each one had a sticky note name on it. I picked up the black and green bag with my name on it. I plucked the note off of it and tossed it in the trash. The other four students were opening their bags to find the hidden gifts. I placed my sketchbook back in my backpack and pulled it on. Quietly picking up the first aid bag I walked to the door. "Thank you," I waved to coach A. She waved back as I slipped out of the room. I began walking to the creative writing room, which sadly was on the fifth floor of a building with a broken elevator. I reached the building and began the long trek upwards.
One floor
Two floors
3 floors
4 floors
Finally, the fifth floor.
My arms and back ached from bruising and heavy bags. My legs burned slightly, but they were getting used to the stairs. My breathing wheezed slightly, the cold air making it worse. I sat down next to the door to wait. Just like art, use the whole time. I closed my eyes, after a few moments I heard footsteps. I kept my eyes closed, thinking it was just another student. The footsteps walked past me, slowing slightly as they got to me, before continuing on. The footsteps faded, and just after they faded completely the bell rang. I opened my eyes as students rushed out the door next to me. I turned to grab my stuff, and saw a folded paper on my new med kit. Strange. Could it be a stalker note? I picked it up along with my stuff, and dragged myself to my spot in the back corner. I was next to a window so the spot was slightly cold, but always had a good view. I sat down in the actually comfy chair. I unfolded the note, far less eraser marks this time, and began to read.
Hello darling,
I was going to leave a note for you at home, but I felt I could not wait. There are a few things you should know. When I saw the officer at your home I was angry, then I realized the meeting was only professional. I nearly went and killed that scum when I heard the charges, but I shall wait. It saddens me to see you in such pain. You are so strong. I will be at the trial tomorrow. Goodbye my love.
Forever,
Your Admirer
Well slightly creepy. He walked right past me. If only I opened my eyes. Then I wouldn't have gotten the note though. Ehhhhahhhhh The bell rang and I blinked. The teacher placed a school laptop in front of me and walked back to the front of the room. "Now that everyone has a computer. Type for as long as you can, any style of writing. Turn it it to turnitin.com when your done. Go," he called. I opened up the laptop and logged into my Google Docs account. I pulled up a new page, staring at it blankly. What to type . . . The clicking of keys filled the air around me. Fuck. I got nothing. I sighed, looking out the window. A slight flash of light caught my eye and I glanced down. I barley saw someone duck into the forest behind the campus. Screw it, stalker story here we go. I cracked my knuckles and began to type, 'It started with a simple smile'
------1 hour and 45 minutes later--------
Done! Time to turn it in. I logged into turnitin and sent in my 3000 word paper. I closed down the computer and placed in back into the charging station. I picked up my stuff and slowly began my walk to the bus station.
