A Different Type of Love (On Hold)

When everything went wrong

Hey guys told ya that I would have the next part up in no time. But anyway thank you guys for the reads, comments, and votes. They help me contiue writing the story. Writer's block is just making me slow down on the story but I'm trying! So anyway enjoy the chapter.

Johnathan's POV

"What gave me the inspiration to draw this?" Sherwin asks himself. He looks into space thinking about it for a moment then answers, "A bad feeling came over me today and my hands just started drawing this." Sherwin gestures to his drawing.

That's when it happens . . . I hear children screaming coming from the hallway. They weren't normal screams from when a kid was being beat up, it was petrified screams.

I look over at Sherwin and he just looks down at his drawing. The teacher heads over to the wall where the intercom button is and waits for them to pick up. But after about a minute there was no response and he gave up on that.

Surprisingly the other students in the class had remained at their seats and weren't panicking.

That's when a small girl with glasses and silky black hair speaks with her quiet voice, "Are we going to die?"

The whole room seems to go deathly quiet after she mutters those five words.

Sherwin on the other hand was still focused on his drawing and had a dazed look in his eyes. I head his shoulder and give it a little shake.

He looked up at me but now his eyes were full of fear. I notice and rap an arm around Sherwin and say soothingly, "Don't worry Sherwin, we're going to be fine"

But that's when another scream is heard from the hall and now the class had started chatting nervously.

"What's going on out there?"

"Who's screaming?"

"Are we next?"

The last question that I heard from amidst the cloud of confusion made me go pale.

I drop the arm I had around Sherwin and put it back on the table. Sherwin notices and starts to rub my back comfortingly. I give him a small smirk to make it look like I was ok but I knew he could easily see through it.

Our art teacher ttys to speak up for the first time in 3 minutes but is interrupted by the static of the intercom.

The room goes quiet waiting for what's going to announced. All eyes were on the intercom when it finally spoke words. When it did it came out rushed and sort of panicked.

"Students, teachers, and staff I am here to announce that their has been a break in. We don't know what the person looks like but all teachers treat this like a lockdown. Lock your doors, baracade them, make sure all windows are closed, and the light is off. That is all . . . .," the announcement was cut short by the woman's scream and an ear splitting howl.

Sorry for the short chapter. I'm hitting writer's block but I'll find a way to get around it.