Twelve Days Living

Chapter Two

Backtrack two years 

I look over at the dark haired girl, two seats down from me. She's smiling and laughing with a few of her friends. When the bell rang, she stood up almost immediately and walked over to me. She smiled, and we began to walk out of the classroom, to our next class. When we walked in, she was met with a group of girls, as I went to our table. I wasn't good around all of her friends, it gave me too much anxiety. I still don't know how she deals with that, being the student council president and all. When the teacher walked in, they all scattered across the room to their seats, and the lesson began.

Several minutes later, I looked out the window, bored out of my mind, to find that someone was walking up to the front of the school. They looked almost drunk- tipsy at least. They were fumbling around, yelling, and they looked like they were going to throw up. I couldn't tell if that part was because they seemed intoxicated, or if they were hurt. I nudged Brianna's arm, and pointed him out to her. She seemed a little confused at first, pushing a dark strand of hair away from her face to look at the man more closely.

When she got a glimpse of what I had noticed from his actions, she called the teacher over. He looked down at the man, who was now leaning up against a tree close to the front doors. He told us to ignore him, as he went over to the school phone on his desk to dial the office. He mumbled into the phone, before saying thank you, and hanging up. He walked back over to me and Bree, and said it would be taken care of, and that we shouldn't worry about it. We nodded, and he walked back over to the board to continue class.

No more then five minutes later, the lights turned off, and the safety lights flickered on. A few kids screamed, to be funny, others shrunk in there seats with uneasiness. Bree and I glanced at each other with the same look. 'The guy had done something.' We stayed seated, as a few girls walked over to us, asking Bree if she knew what was happening, or if it was a drill of some sort. She could only give brief answers, that were not much help to the girls. There wasn't an announcement, no teacher to come and tell us what was happening, nothing.

We all sat there for what felt like hours waiting and talking quietly among ourselves when the banging on the lockers started. A few girls yelped in surprise, as the teacher walked over to the window next to the door, to see what was going on. He backed up, and told us to get into the corners, away from the door. We all felt the atmosphere shift significantly, as the banging grew closer. We all did as we were told, cramping all twenty six of us, more or less, into the corners furthest from the classroom door.

The teacher stayed close by, as we all quiet most of our talking, and started to take this a little more seriously. All of a sudden, the constant hammering on lockers stopped, right next to our classroom door. We had no idea what to expect, or what was gonna happen next. The man we had only seen less then thirty minutes ago, began to scream and yell at the top of his lungs. I couldn't tell if it was words, or him just freaking the fuck out. I could honestly care less at this point, I just wanted everyone in this class to get out of here unharmed.

Then he came into view from the back of the room, through the window. He was around six foot, jet black hair, and a torn pair of jeans. He was wearing a white tank top that looked like it had been a rag he gave his dog to tear apart, while his face was unrecognizable in the dim light. He was looking through the glass, to see if anyone was inside. I could hear a girl a little ways away, start to muffle her cries. The guy outside seemed to hear it though, even do to the fact that I could hardly hear it myself.

He banged on the door furiously, as if he planned to break it down, no matter how thick or big it was. To my surprise- and horror, it seemed to be working to his advantage. A few girls screamed, as Bree gripped my hand. The doors hinges started ripping off its frame every time he rammed his body into it. When it finally gave in, he walked through, as most of the kids stood up to back further into the wall. Most of the kids where yelling at him, and crying aloud now. I had no idea what to do, as I stood, and pushed Brianna behind me, in hopes of protecting her. It started to get worse.

I think we could all see it- something, two things poking out of the back of his neck. They seemed to grow right before my eyes, until they were almost lying on the ground next to him. People were screaming, crying, pushing and shoving each other. We had no idea what the hell was standing in front of us, or what it wanted. Making it even more horrifying, the two tentacle type things, started to twitch and move by themselves. The greenish black extra limbs began madly whipping around at us, barely missing my face. It got a hold of a guys neck who was standing close by, and it lifted him off the ground, then threw him behind the strange man. Right into the whiteboard in one swift motion, crushing his skull from the impact, and leaving his body to fall to the ground. A sickening thump was all you could hear from the poor boys lifeless body as it hit the floor. With only a dent in the board and wall left behind.

The man began to walk toward us all, as the kids started to scream louder, and started trying to push each other to get passed the man. I grabbed Bree's hand, and readied myself to start running. My only priority was to get her out of there, and anyone else I could. I started to guide people through, as others randomly ran out, and got caught by the man, or tripped. I forcefully herded people to the other side of the room, as far away from the man as possible, but still making progress getting to the door.

People began to be grabbed right in front of me, as I refused to stop. With Bree not far behind, we were close enough to the door that we began to run. Hitting my shoulder on the frame, I rounded it and started down the hallway, people behind and in front of me. As we made it down the hallway, we saw that our classroom wasn't the only one destroyed, some were still closed though. A few kids went to those doors, and told them to get out as fast as possible, most did as they were told.

When we reached the stairs, we took no time to stop and take a breath, we got down to the first floor to find it looked almost deserted. There was broken glass everywhere, tables in the cafeteria flipped over, along with kids and teachers everywhere. A few seemed to have been picked up, and slapped into the ground constantly, while others where thrown through windows or torn limb from limb. I stopped, taking a breath, and a chance to glance around, still gripping Bree's hand I listen to the people around me scream and cry as they noticed the area our school had become.

There were people laying behind the desks of offices as we went through the halls to the front doors. People crushed by doors, even chairs. Others where rammed into lockers, or walls. There had to have been at least forty people lying along the floors as we ran through. Some people knelt down to try and help people, whether they knew them or not I didn't know. Others avoided them at all costs, jumping and sprinting over and around them. There were only about fifteen of us when we made it outside, we all ran to the parking lot, friends going with friends as they jumped into their vehicles.