Crimson

Prologue

I ran through the corridors of Jackson High School as Fred slammed open the gym doors. "Your screwed little punk!" Fred yelled at me from across the hall.

"D-dont say t-things like t-that," said Mr. Ferguson.

"Get out of my way." Fred said as he shoved Mr. Ferguson into his classroom.

"Got to get me to kill me!" I shouted back.

"Screw you, you little brat." He screamed as his gaze seemed to pierce through my shirt and into my chest. I turned around and looked through the deserted hall. The closest door wasn't even 5 ft away but seemed like an eternity away. Time slowed as I came closer to the door. I looked over my shoulder as I saw the white glistening rock fly straight into my chest.

I flew back through the doorway into the one place I wished I had never entered, the drama group. I hit the ground with a thud as the door slammed shut and locked.

I cursed as I realized the only way out was on a stretcher or in a casket. I tried picking myself up but I couldn't. I looked down at my white shirt that had changed to a crimsony white color. I laid my head back down as I heard the door open, Fred took his time for he knew that the rock would leave me unable to move. He walked with slow anticipating steps as my blood slowly leaked out onto the cold white tile that I had landed on. The drama were practicing falling from high heights onto the ground and had left the Matt two tiles away from me. my vision and hearing started failing as the door flew open and men in police outfits burst through the door.

Fred cursed as the police shoved him to the ground and handcuffed him. Two more people walked through the door caring a stretcher as my eyelids slide over my eyes.

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