Spiner

Chapter 18- I dont want help

I dashed after Mr.Spiner as he disappeared behind a door

"Wait!" I quickly called after him.
I slowed down wandering if I should just take the elevator down and be late.

It wasn't being late that bothered me... no. It was something else. I couldn't quite place it. I just felt like I had to go after him and tell him it all. Cry on his shoulder again... but I was so sick of crying. I didn't know what I was doing as I stepped up to the door he disappeared behind, thinking to myself,

I know he heard me call 'wait'... does he want me to knock?

I questioned myself as I brought my hand up to the door in a softened fist.

The wood door was solid with no windows. It was a light tan color with a wooden look, although I think it was a form of hard plastic. Strangely the door had no label or number along the wall next to it. But I assumed it to be some sort of teachers lounge.

I tried the silver handle, only to find it locked. It didn't come as to much of a surprise as I looked at the key hole and recalled the jingle sound i had heard as Mr.Spiner had walked away.

I still didn't really know what I was doing as I knocked on the door gently.

"Sir?" I said, knowing he was inside.

The door slowly opened and I took a step back. Mr.Spiner let me into the room. To my confusion it seemed to be some sort of storage or resource room.
The light was dim. There were lots shelves. Some had copy paper and other various supplies teachers may need, like giant roles of color paper, tape,  and staples. Along with other things I'm to lazy to name. After letting me in he turned right back to grabbing a stack of copy paper. His mug was placed in a spot on shelf with nothing on it, I noticed.

"Well??What did you want?" Mr.Spiner asked in almost a faked voice tone, which I had never heard him use before. It was quick and impatient, along with high pitched and odd sounding.

"I-" I opened my mouth ready to pour out- well something. But the moment my first word flew off my tounge it was all ripped away.

Mr.Spiner and I were a considerable distance into the room. It was a corridor like space and we were in the middle of it.

The lighted flickered briefly giving something to the silence which had taken hold on the situation once more. I glanced up at the light but Mr.Spiner gave it no attention. So I decided to forget about it.

"I... I just wanted to say... I do want your help. Its just that I have a hard time excepting it sometimes. And I want to tell you- and talk to you about it all... but I don't know how. And I don't want you to do anything about it, like I feel you would.

The light flickered again giving the dim room an eerie feeling.

"I wouldn't do anything unless you wanted me to" he said turning towards me, crossing his arms but not seeming particularly mad or upset.

"R-really?" I asked astonished, "you wouldn't report him... or get him into trouble?"

"Well...since it seems you really don't want me to- No."

I felt happier hearing him say that.

"...well. I actually kind of would like to talk- considering I don't have anyone else to talk to..." I said shyly.

"Okay, that's good. I know its hard- I had a close friend of mine in high school who got-" he stopped him self. I had known he was about to say rape. But he stopped himself. "-assulted."