Cold Blood

Two

terror

The wall clock ticks like the timer on a bomb. I can't stop it, reverse it or slow it down. Each tick drags me forward, helpless and anxious to the allotted time. I can no more avoid it than the beating of my own heart as it pounds with futility against its cage of bone and cartilage. The dread is an invisible demon sitting heavy on my shoulders and only I can hear the sharpening of its knives. I sweat and become pale, then the tremor in my hands begins. My head becomes a little giddy and my stomach nauseous. All I can do is wait on this plastic chair for the final bell to ring.

I can hear them, the looks, the whispers, I can hear all of it. Each glance speaks volumes, their eyes run down my figure sizing me up and deciding whether or not I'm worth their time. The giggles, the snickers: They disgust me. I'm all alone, why am I all alone? What did I do to make them hate me? Was it because I never had a dad? Or that my mother is currently dying in a white walled hospital room... all alone? 

I guess it runs in the family; ending up alone that is. Perhaps anxiety and illness run in my blood as well, If I ever have children will they end up like the rest of us... or leave me behind like everyone else? By this point I'm fidgeting, I can't concentrate on the teacher's words and I can feel the burning of eyes on me. This look doesn't belong to my classmates, I can tell that right away. It's to fixed...too focused, they would have looked away at this point and yet I never feel the strange sensation waiver.

The next option is Karma, and judging by his previous statement, let's just say I don't doubt it. 

Five minutes.

I just had to bear five more minutes of this and I'll be home fr- a loud bang interrupted the quiet classroom, desks rumbling and pencils quaking on the smooth surfaces they were rested upon. "What the...?" We all looked out the window to the second school building that was located about a hundred meters away. A large fist of orange flame erupted from one of the middle classrooms, windows shattered with a piercing splash, their remains clattering to the concrete below. panicked screams filled both buildings, students and teachers alike began to leave their classes, racing down the halls in fits of blind panic. Smoke and flames were still leaking from the exploded building, an alarm went of- shrill and deafening- even more panic arose and soon I was the only one left in the classroom. My eyes were wide and I could already tell my pupils were dilated, my heart felt like someone had taken a strong hold of it and begun squeezing the blood from it, another explosion went off, this time in a classroom closer to the building I was in. 

The person had now begun to ring my heart out, trying to completely drain me of all life, and as I sat there completely still, the explosions got nearer and nearer. "Rin, Rin!" Who is that? Their voice is blurry, it fades from normal to nothing from high pitch to low. Yet no matter how diluted it was, I could pick up the rising panic with in it. Snapping out of my panic induced trance, I looked up at the black haired boy in front of me. "We have to go, they're going to keep blowing up classrooms until they know you're dead." I just looked at him. What was he talking about? Who wants me dead? Who would do this? The sound of fire engines and police cars grew near, and I almost relaxed a little... that was until I heard the next explosion."That was in this building," I whispered, my ears were ringing from the loud boom that came with the bomb detonating. "That's why we have to go, come on Rin," Why is he doing this for me? No one else would, that was proven when everyone left me here. Maybe it would be better if I just died here.

"You go on with out me...you won't be able to escape pretty soon," and then he did the weirdest thing he could have possibly done in the current situation; He smiled. "I wouldn't of come in here if I was planning on leaving without you, if you die I die... got it?" He's insane. "Just go!" I couldn't help but yell, why does he have to die just because I have no survival instincts? "Not with out you!" A warmness enveloped my arm and I realised he had taken hold of it. "Please just let me die,"I pleaded, I had never sounded so pathetic in my life, but it didn't look like there was any other way. "Never." He smiled again, who are you Karma Saden? Why are you always there to help me, even when I don't ask? I tell you to let me die and yet here you are risking you life to guide me out of a doomed building.

 We had come to the staircase when an extremely loud explosion sent us tumbling to the ground, hands clasped over our ears. a large ball of red, orange and yellow flame was hurtling down the hall, meters away from our sprawled out bodies. the heat was already beginning to sear the skin or my face and the thick, black smoke was beginning to force its way down my throat. The foul stench of burning flesh slithered into my nostrils, I wasn't sure if it was from the people who had already died in the fires and explosions, or our skin which was probably in the process of being roasted. "Rin, take my hand." I looked back to see Karma's outstretched hand, the same warm smile planted on his lips, "I'll protect you," 

Should I really trust him?