~A Million Miles~

Chapter Two

**Kyle's P.O.V.**

Once I got down the red-brown rusty ladders I walked down the street looking both ways of what had seemed to be foggy but was just the gassy appearance of the pollution that filled streets there was graffiti all down the walls and different gangs at almost every corner. I tried to catch a bus to my new school but I realized that all the busses ran at earlier hours I slept in because I had a huge fight with my dad last night and i was extra tired . but about the whole me and my dad fighting thing well let's just say everyone could tell. I had a swelling purple-black wound on the side of my jaw. And my left eye was swollen shut with an oozing scab right under the black mass. I was strolling down the busy street , cars blaring their horns through the morning traffic. It was around ten blocks until I finally got to school the second Iq saw the place I knew something was wrong.

I walked into the big bland brown colored building their was wired fences all around the territory it felt like more than a jail then a school. The entrance was double doored with security guards on the inside after you open the doors the they would check you for weapons and let you pass if your clean.

I must have been either really late or really early but I missed the bus so unlikely that I was early so I walked to my first period class , Gym . When I entered the gymnasium it was completely empty besides some empty faygo bottles and monster cans. I walked around for a moment the bleachers had some litter under the benches and hazed glow to the light. Something in me didn't feel right. Crackling staticky of the speaker trying to speak perices through my ears like a nail on a chalk board. I crouched down and covered my ears , they felt like they were bleeding but then the piercing stopped. I slowly uncovered my ears and looked around the deserted hell hole. My gym coach was making no effort to get on my good side. ' Kyle Parker. ' I heard someone or something whisper at my shoulders and then dissapear I know this is the typical horror movie thing where the idiot doesn't leave the creepy place then gets killed kind of thing but it wasn't like that I wasn't panting like those dumb fucks I was calm in a way I wanted to meet this person who is trying to make me crack like an empty egg shell.

I made my way to the lockers were the lights were stained red and so were the walls I felt giggly, joyful , happy or maybe even proud. But what was I proud about I did none of this , I think . The drippy pipes made a paceful beat to the background of my heart racing I wanted to see more of this bloody gore . Like a perfect nightmare. I saw the blood on the wet floors getting darker until I saw who I believe is my gym coach.