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Chapter 2

  The math teacher was passing out tests as a kid raised his hand.
  "Bathroom?" he questioned.
   The teacher barely got the words out his moth before the boy dashed through the door. The boy looked excited about something.
  The boy almost made it to the bathroom before he heard a crisp, sharp announcement.
  "Everyone lock your doors, and stay out of sight. A threat has entered the building."
  The boy tried to make it to the bathroom door , but he heard a growl from behind him. He felt something bite his arm and he let out a piercing scream.
"$&%#@"
  Black tentacles stabbed through the skull of a zombie that had bit him, letting out a sickening crunch. The boy was yanked into the bathroom as his brother locked the door. He started crying and begging his brother to stop as he washed off the boy's arm.
  "$&%# please stop..."
  The boy's brother bandaged his arm and pet his lowered ears before pulling him up to the top of a stall. The boy and his brother climbed up into the ceiling and moved the ceiling tile back into place. They turned on a phone flashlight and, after a while of crawling, stopped.
  The boy's brother set him on his lap and pet him, climbing down hours after hearing the announcement,
  "Teachers, you may unlock your doors"

Lol sweetie I aint done 😋

  He remembered asking to go to the bathroom when the teacher was passing out tests. He remembered the excitement running through his veins. He planned to skip class in the bathroom with his brother. He remembered being less than a foot away from the bathroom door before he heard the growl.
  He could almost feel the pain shooting through his body, the teeth sinking into his skin down to his bone, the blood dripping down his arms. He felt his arm itching and burning, almost the way it had when it had been bitten.
Blood dripped down his arm as he once again tore off the bandages to itch at his arm. He didn't care, for the burning had stopped. He started chewing at his arm as it began to burn worse, as it had only a few days after being bitten.
  He remembered the crunch of bone as a familiar black tentacle had stabbed through a zombie's head. He remembered a feeling of relief wash over him just seeing the zombie on the ground. It had died.
  He remembered the click of the bathroom door locking before the stinging and burning of cold water down his arm. He remembered someone hushing him, reassuring him that it was ok and that this would help. He had understood that but it made it no less painful.
  He could almost taste the blood flowing through his mouth, as it had when he had accidentally bitten his lip while trying not to scream. He remembered the feeling of the bandage being wrapped around his arm, how the tightness somehow had eased the pain and burning.
  His hand went to his arm and held onto it tight as he remembered this. As soon as the memory flashed through his mind, he had known it would help his burning arm.
  He remembered biting his tongue as he almost slipped, climbing up the stall from the toilet. He remembered how little grip the stall had and how difficult that feat was, and that being the reason he and his brother never got caught skipping up there.
  He remembered the quiet thud of the ceiling tile, as his brother pushed it back into place. He remembered turning on his phone flashlight and being scared that his bandages were already soaked. He remembered the familiar smell of dust as he crawled across the ceiling.
  He remembered eventually stopping and his head being pulled onto someone's lap. The feeling of comfort and reassurance flooded through him again as he almost heard the words of reassurance that had been said to him. He could almost feel the hand running through his hair, petting his ears, and wiping away his tears.
  He remembered frequently collapsing in a fit of tears as he walked down a street from a blue and white school. He had eventually been picked up, after collapsing for the 3rd time in less than 20 feet. He knew it was less than 20 feet because he knew that each cement tile was 4x4 feet, and he had failed to make it past 5 of them.
  He felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he almost felt the safety of the cushions on his bed, the warmth of his blankets, and the softness of his pillow.
  Everything faded to darkness as he closed his eyes and collapsed, sobbing.

  As the memory faded, Cupid snapped to his senses.

  I know. Yall wait all of a few hours for this trash XD
Im sorry ;-;