It's a Long Story

Chapter Seven - I Killed Her

After entering the schools building, Vivien wasted no time in her departure away from us, walking with us on the entire way to school her fragile mind was fulfilled with nothing but overwhelmed anxiety, furiously flicking back and forth, checking for whatever was behind her, as if someone was following. However, after a massive vicious tree branch just followed her, nearly impaling her I wasn't necessarily the one to judge. 

The school bell rang, sending shock waves through my eardrums, I flinched and almost instantly, covered my ears with my hands to prevent any further harm, but my reaction was too late. I brushed it off as quick as I could before me and Shannon quickly scurried off to our class. 

Walking up the stairs trying to locate the classroom, I couldn't help but feel tensed and unsafe, like we was being watched. I tried to zone into a possible answer, tilting my head to my right side, I could hear faint whispering, feeling  intrigued I tried to make out their identities. 

Shannon placed her hand on my shoulder and my body jolted, my head snapping to face her, "Are you okay?" she asked. I looked up to her for a moment, I nodded my head with a small not-so-reassuring smile, "Never better." was all I said before Shannon turned left, darting into our classroom, I did the same but turning right.

As I walked in, my fingernails dug into the side of my bag, I looked around the classroom, seeing Bronwyn and Scarlett sitting together with a spare seat far along the corner, Bronwyn gestured to the seat and I nodded my head, quickly sitting down, I put my bag down on the floor to the side and got out all of the essentials. 

Bronwyn turned to face me, "How are you feeling today?" she questioned. I gave a short smile, "Better." was all I said. 

Scarlett leaned over the table, "Did you take your medication?" she asked and held up her water bottle, drinking it, hinting about some sort of mental stability medication. Bronwyn elbowed her and muttered something to Scarlett I couldn't quite comprehend. 

I sighed, softly rolling my eyes, our class teacher shut the door and began the lesson. I felt myself beginning to zone out again, hearing faint footsteps, almost like heels hitting along a laminate flooring. 

I looked up gingerly towards the door, looking out of the window I noticed Molly strutting outside to the bathroom which was right next door to our classroom, she looked rather ill. Her skin was much paler and her hair wasn't as neat as her first impression, dark circles under her eyes and a wicked death glare, as if she was blaming me for what happened. 

"What's up with Molly?" I questioned. Scarlett turned to face me, "Who's Molly?" she asked. "The new girl." I replied. Scarlett slowly nodded her head, "Okay, well I don't know." she replied before returning to scribble in her note book. 

"I'm going to look." I said, I left my bag in the classroom and quickly ran out of the classroom, my fellow classmates where shocked and dumbfounded, including the teacher. Bronwyn instantly turned to face Scarlett, "What is she doing?" she asked. Scarlett shrugged, "Going to the bathroom, for some girl named Molly." Scarlett replied. 

Bronwyn sighed heavily, quickly following after me. 

I quickly opened up the door to the bathroom and slammed it behind me, seeing Molly washing her hands under the cold tap, "You followed me." she said, her voice was light and hoarse, almost like she was aiming to tease. Something was definitely wrong. 

"Yeah, you looked upset so I came after you." I replied. 

She chuckled, "Well you shouldn't have." she replied, "Because now I've got you all to myself, and nobody can help you." she said. I arched an eyebrow, "What's going on?" I asked.