A Beautiful Fate

Chapter 7: Back Again

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Andy

       I think I was in a closet when I finally woke up. It was dark though, and musky. It smelled like dirt and dust. I could hear a bag open. And somebody’s hard breathing. 

I knew it was a man, I could just feel it. The way I could feel his body heat, smell his rusty sweat, like copper. I could hear him cursing under his breath, but I didn’t know why. All I could taste in my mouth was blood. I tried to stand up, to grab onto something but something hit the side of my face so hard I fell back down and pressed my hand to the spot he had hit. It throbbed and made my eyes water. 

A light was turned on way above my head, and it swung back and forth, and I was afraid to look anywhere away from it. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, and the panic slowly set in when I saw him step into the light, standing above me, looking down. I couldn’t see his face because he wore a ski mask. But he was tall, and bulky. I didn’t even stand a chance. He didn’t say anything, I think he was waiting for me to. 

It was when I looked at his hands that I knew I was going to die. In his right hand was a long knife, like a butchers. It looked sharp, and it shined. 

I didn’t want to wait and see what would happen, I just screamed. And screamed. And screamed, until his boot connected with my side and all the wind was knocked out of me. I curled into a ball, hugging my ribs and slowly tried to crawl away, but I didn’t know where I’d go. The closet was small, and I couldn’t even breathe, let alone stand up. “Now, Andy, you’d better hold still.”

How did he know my name? He was just about to bring the knife down when the door flew open and hand reached inside. I didn’t even see the man get pulled out. I didn’t want to see. I covered my eyes and made myself as small as I could. 

I could hear grunts and moans coming from outside the door, and what sounding like somebody being throw against a locker. It sounded like a war going on outside the little closet, and I just wanted to die. Somebody was either here to help me, or kill me. I didn’t even know which one I’d rather at that point.

When everything stopped, and the only sound was two footsteps running away, I uncovered my eyes and looked out the door. 

It was a man, with black hair I could tell. He was breathing hard and blood ran down from a cut on the side of his face, and his shirt was ripped. But other than that, he looked healthy.

“Did he hurt you, Andy?” I knew that voice.

“Jer,” I sobbed and tried to stand up. He ran over and helped me, and let me cry into his chest while he supported my weight. I wasn’t sure if I was going to fall over or not. 

I looked over his shoulder and realized we were still in the school, just a few steps away from my locker which was swung open. 

I slowly moved away from him and a pain exploded in my side, and I flinched. 

His blue eyes were hard, and he looked like he was waiting for me to fall over. 

He motioned for me to come over, and we stood my the light of the janitor’s closet, where he could see my face. 

It must have been as bad as it felt, because his eyes turned even harder and he flinched. 

“Does it hurt?”