The White Rose

Locked in

I just went to the bathroom for a quick break. I splashed cold water onto my face. That lesson wasn't real. It couldn't be. Looking into the mirror my head began to twitch. Desperately I clutch my head, trying to get it to stop. Anger pulsing through my veins I punch the mirror. Blood trickled down my fist as red stained shards of glass fell like sharp snowflakes. Voices muttered in my head, they grew louder and louder. Until a whole choir of voices were shouting at me.

I sat locked in a toilet cubicle for all of break. Five minutes after the bell had rung I came out. No one else there but me. I can't spend my whole life in the bathroom. I can still bunk off out of the toilets and have more fun. More fun than being stuck in this small room.

I try the handle, the door doesn't move. Locked. How could this happen? The toilets are never locked! Unless...unless someone locked me in. Someone has trapped me for some petty revenge I bet. I try casting my mind back to my last lesson. Previously I had been trying to forget it now I'm remembering all of it. Only my form know I'm here. They all watched as I ran off. Pretty much all of them have a reason to have done this. A few have threatened me but they're all talk. Obviously one of them isn't.

An hour had passed. I tried screaming. I tried breaking down the door. I tried picking the lock. Nothing worked. I layed down on the floor. Looking up I pondered over who it could be. By now I've narrowed it down six people; Benny, Katy, Jenna, Heidi, Kim and Uma.

Each of them want me dead. I've ruined all of their lives and now they want to ruin mine. Then it came to me. I suddenly realised something. How could any of them know I ran to this toilet? No one saw where I went. No one saw me at break either. All I could feel was rage. This entire situation is impossible. Quickly I rummaged through my bag, taking out a single black sharpie. I began to write on the wall. Afterwards I stood back to admire what I had done. The bell rung once more. I jumped backwards in surprise. You never get used to the noise do you.

Suddenly there was a bang at the door, followed by screams. I yelled back, asking for help. No reply. Am I going mad? I looked through the key hole, blood splattered over the floor. It struck me suddenly. I know what this is. Still looking a shadow glided pass.

To my horror an eye looked directly back at me. I fell back, quickly I crawled backwards into a cubicle and locked the door. Tears began to form in my eyes. My breathing heavy and irregular. I can't go back. It can't be her. It can't be! I...I killed her! I watched as life drained out of her eyes.

I'm going mad. Literally insane. What happened I can never escape it. My hands were shaking as I pulled out the bottle from my bag.