Prophecy (NaNoWriMo 2014)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I was sitting on one of the benches on the quad watching the students walk past me and continue living their life. This was something I liked to do when I was tired or just wanted to collect my ideas; I watched the world go past. It is interesting to see how human forms connect and talk with each other. I knew I was just another one of these people but it was insightful to see what people did. Girls pulling up their skirts hire to seem more attractive, boys pushing each other around, peers talking and laughing, others looking and sharing notes from a math textbook and here I was, observing all of it happening right in front of my eyes. I always wondered where I would fit in, in the social chain of high school. I was a loner with a weird ability. Like Stephen King's Carrie but without the cool ability to control things with her mind, although I have not read the book or watched the movie so I am unaware of how it ends. I grabbed a pen from my pocket and clicked the push part at the end of the pen to make the pointy part of the pen come out which held the ink. I took my notebook out of my bag and begun scribbling all over the pages, I was bored. I started drawing something with the lines and I was not sure of what I was drawing at first, my hand just controlled the movement of the pen. I swirled the pen around and the pages and a face was beginning to form on the pages. I was a little scared at first confused to what my hand wanted me to do but I went along with it. I felt my chest open up due to the large intakes of air I was breathing in. I was slightly nervous because I couldn’t stop my hand, the lines kept moving around at it was forming something. The speed of my hand became faster and faster and more and more lines continued to spill out onto my page. A long face formed and something was covering the first half of the face, I was unsure at first of what I was creating until the lines formed plastic sunglasses that are usually found at the dentist. That is when everything clicked, the lines on my page, which my uncontrollable hand created, was Doctor Free, the freak that has been haunting me for days. I threw my pen on the floor and my hand started to tremble as I looked at the page. It was horror drawn with black ink, I was terrified. Doctor Free clogged up my mind and he pushed all of my other thoughts out of me and made me think of him all the time. He was starting to ruin me and I had to do something about it. I had to kill him; it was the only way to get someone out of my mind, by knowing that they are not around anymore. Tears from my eyes fell onto the drawing and smudged the black ink. I ripped out the page out of my notebook, scrunched it up and threw it into the bin. My body was starting to turn on me, was this a side affect of prophecy disease? I had to find out this Sunday when I was visiting Father Peter again. It was only three days away, which was long. Ever since I have had prophecy disease the days become longer as you don’t want to close your eyes at night with the fear of having another dream, a dream that could slowly ruin me like the last two, especially Doctor Free. I walked over to my locked and turned the lock to form the combination to open up my locker and took my eight books out for the day. As I locked the lock and turned the numbers to confirm it was locked a hand came behind me and covered my mouth and I screamed but my voice wouldn’t project any sound over the hand, which had a glove over it.
“Shhh” The man whispered in my ear as I kicked the lockers to draw attention but no body surrounded me. It was just this man and I. He started yanking my ponytail and pulled me down to the ground and slapped me as he stood over me. I tried to scream even with his hand not covering my mouth but no voice was project. My throat became sore and my chest painful from the pain of trying to let out one scream but no sound projected from my sealed lips. The man moved in front of me and stood over me looking him look giant from the angle I looked at him from the floor. I looked up to his face and he was wearing a mask, which covered his nose and lips, and plastic sunglasses, which were worn at the dentist to block the light while you, lay back in the chair. It was Doctor Free, the horror icon that had been trapped in my mind. I felt tears start to roll down my face and my hands begin to tremble as he stood over me and tilted his head to the side slightly. He grabbed me from my collar and pushed me into a room where I had my English classes in. No traces of life were seen in the hallways or quad and it was the morning meaning students should have been crowding the two areas. Doctor Free laid me onto a couple of desks pushed together and before I could lift myself up and run off rope was already holding me onto the table with out Free lifting a finger. How? How did the rope just magically appear on me? My heart begun to pump in my chest and my hands shook crazily. My vision became unfocused then focused, unfocused and focused again. Doctor Free pulled a scalpel out of his pocket and held it to my neck, which was with my tears.
“Got this from your science classrooms” He laughed as he pulled the knife away from me.