playdead

Chapter Ten

Breezy walk along the side of the road, towards Kietzke.

She looked at the ground. Unfortunately, she had to return home. To her barely functioning family.

As she looked up, she saw three boys running down the other side of the street. They were being chased. One was most definitely Patrick.

Breezy had the best knowledge about Patrick. She knew Patrick had a twin brother, Cameron Hothstetter. He didn't go to MMS, because he was homeschooled. So everyone at school rarely saw him.

Cameron and Patrick both were so horrific. They treated everyone like sheep ready to go the slaughter. You either joined his dumb group, or you went through a whole 12 years of school being dealt the shit hand.

One she knew most of all. The girl.

Her name was Chloe Sunny. She was probably the gender opposite of Patrick. She was disgusting, dumb, and just...ew.

As Breezy watched them all run by, she was reminded of a time back in 6th grade.

October 31st. Halloween day at school.

Breezy's hair was longer. It was thicker, more shiner, and more of the typical hair a girl would have.

Breezy went to school dressed as a zombie. She didn't have her actual costume, but her face had face paint to make her look disgusting and gross.

She remembers walking down the halls. Chloe and her other goons behind her, secretly following her.

Breezy went into the bathroom and closed the door. She knew that they were behind, so she went into the dirty stall and locked it.

The three girls came in. Chloe smashed the stall with her hand.

"Hey bitch! How's the dick-sucking?" She would ask.

"Already heard that before. Think of something else." Breezy replied.

The conversation would continue. Insults being thrown back and forth between them.

Breezy remembers trying to get out from under the stall, through the little opening at the bottom. The floor was repugnant, but it didn't matter.

Breezy remembers being grabbed by the hair and dragged out. She remembers being hit. She remembers getting forced to stand up and being poured the entire trash can.

Unknown smells and substances were covering her. She cried. Her face paint, ruined. Her name, ruined. Her clothes, ruined.

Breezy was snapped back into reality. She was at the brink of throwing a huge fit and running after that bitch, Chloe.

Finally, she decided she would.

She ran into Wet Fish, and overheard wild screams of maniacs. She heard laughter, and walked towards it.

She was met with a stone bridge going over a river. Breezy saw Patrick and his brother. No Chloe.

They were dangling a guy by his ankles over the bridge. Breezy's eyes widened. She stood nearby. There was nothing she could do that would help.

The kid was thrown over the bridge, into the river. Breezy gasped. Patrick and his brother laughed hard.

The kid pulled out something from his pocket and pulled on it. He tossed it at them, and BOOM!

A fury of colors and smoked exploded in the air. Patrick and his brother ducked down, almost being directly hit with the blast of it. It was an entire firework he had lit off.

Patrick and Cameron ran off the bridge, somehow not noticing her standing there. Breezy guessed that they didn't see her because of their shock or something.

The kid laid on the river bank.

Breezy jogged up the bridge.

"Are you okay?" Breezy said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good." He replied.

"What is your name?" Breezy asked.

"Teddy? Why?" Teddy said.

"Oh. Oh! You're that one kid, huh?" Breezy said.

"Yeah...sure, I guess." Teddy said. Teddy was obviously out of breath. His words came out slowly and he heaved for air.

Breezy went to help Teddy. He was cut up and bruised, and he was bleeding heavily.

"Do me a solid...take me to Kietzke street?" Teddy asked.

"Yeah, of course. I was going there anyway." Breezy replied.

Breezy slipped Teddy's arm onto her shoulders and walked slowly towards Kietzke.