Leave the light on

This was made as a compaction with a friend. Sadly he was way too lazy to write as fast as I did, so I decided to publish mine now anyway. It is my first story in English and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shitty writing English. Luckily I had a couple of friends willing to play the part as my Editors. For that I thank you. Now, it would be the best if I said what the story is about, but I really want it to be a surprise, so instead I want to tell you more about the inspiration. I built this on inspiration from several games, movies and mangas, such as Another (manga), American Horror Story (serie) and Black box tv on youtube. I want people to think and to feel twisted/scared. And I want feedback, which you can give me here or in a email: jullemus_a@hotmail.com. Oh, and by the way. This story is set to Green in age rating, because I think that the reading of my story is on the readers responsability.
- Sorry for my broken english ...


11. Candle

Dear readers. By now you have been introduced to the main characters, Cathrine Day and Joe Andrews, but I will now drag another person into the story. Another female.
I present Karin Needle, class 2-B. In the exact moment Joe walked the teacher down the hall to the teachers’ lounge, she was located in the schools east-wing, standing outside a classroom.

Karin wasn’t a particularly tall girl, nor was she particularly popular, but with her medium length golden hair, swept up in a ponytail, and the bangs covering her forehead, and cut right above her eyes, she was a gorgeous one to look at. But in this moment, she was getting scolded, so instead of her signature smirk, she wore a scowl, as did the teacher scolding her.

“Karin, it is against school politic, and simply unacceptable to punch other students on the grounds that they annoy ‘the hell’ out of you.”

The chains on her leather jacket made soft sounds, and she fiddled with them to calm herself down. The skirt she was forced to wear was the same as the other students’, but she had replaced the Prussian blue jacket of the normal students with a black leather one, filled with chains and small badges simply because she hated the way the students were parted. Also because she did her own thing, was an original. And no fancy school could take that away from her. Impatiently, she stamped her foot.

“I hear you old man. But that doesn’t mean I have to like what you’re saying.”

He sighed, clearly annoyed with her.

“And the fact that you meet up in class, dressed so rebelliously. Well, it is not helping your course in any way young lady. We’re just trying to help.”

“The hell you are! They keep talking shit, and what do you do? Ignore them and gang up on their ‘target’ like sniveling little dogs. Tell me, who holds the slip attached to your collar?” Karin bit back at the teacher, using big words.

He bristled at her insult, but just kept going: “Your brother is a trouble-maker. Does it really surprise you that people talk? People will always talk, and you can’t stop them by simply throwing fists everywhere.”

He had decided to be the grown-up. Good. Means he’ll let me go sooner rather than later. And as Karin had foreseen, the teacher gave up.

“You can stand out here and think about what you have done wrong. Come back inside when you’re ready to apologize.”

She scoffed at his words, and laughed harshly when he had closed the door. Hearing him taking up where they had gone off before she had hit that sniveling prick, she let out a low growl, and burning with anger, she kicked the door once, before turning, and stomping off. Maybe a drink from one of the vending machines would help make her feel a little better.

Karin had never been able to hear people talk about her brother, even though he would be the perfect subject for girls so swoon and gossip over, and guys to grumble over. Little Jimmy had never been the good and sweet boy, and when he came to the school he had met Mia West, the leader of one of the clubs that had immediately recruited him as her right hand. He was also a major player on campus, and had seduced many of the girls, so there were bound to be talking, but did they have to taunt her with it? It wasn’t her fault god-damn-it!

She was deep in thought, but walking around the corner and passing through the entrance hall, she was ripped away from the train of thought, and into the present. The image was horrifying and haunting, and she recoiled at the mob of people. A lot of the students were smeared with something that looked precariously like blood, and they were all gathered around the exit, trying to get out.

Cries of; “I want to go home!” and, “Let us out, please!” rung through the hall and her palms started to sweat when a person almost came barreling into her. Some were crying, even sobbing, and Karin recoiled from the disturbing image, quickly making it to the stairs.

Disturbing as it was, Karin were aware that the word ‘normal’ had a whole other meaning on campus, and that Silverwood Academy had many talented students who often arranged small concerts, did poetry reading, or even acted. Maybe this was some macabre scenario, set up by the drama-class. She wondered if there was anyone taking pictures of the bizarre screenplay, maybe for the newspaper, as she walked up the stairs.

But in reality it could be many things, and Karin was in motion, moving away from the people before she was caught and forced to participate. In general she was a very shy girl, who only spoke for the sake of keeping her dignity intact, and she had no interest in making good with all the drama-students.

Delving into one of the deep pockets in her jacket, she felt around for her last coins. Her fingers found seven coins of different size, and fished them out to have a look. Two of them she immediately threw back in for being from the wrong country. They weren’t even from the same country. She walked faster towards the vending machines, and feeling like a spy on a mission she gazed around to see if there where anyone else in the hallway to observe her. When she was sure no one was there to annoy her, she slipped the coins into the machine, which swallowed them obediently, and lit up like a little child’s smile.

She forgot the scenario downstairs, the scowling teacher, the snobby student, and just clapped her hands out of joy. Her choice was limited down to three drinks. Soda, juice or water. Of course there were also things like crisps, candy-bars and protein-bars in the machine, but her throat was dry, and because of people purposely pissing her off, she needed sugar. And a lot of it.

Her next mission would be to find a place to eat in peace, and she pressed the buttons as she thought about where she could go.

As she walked off after having collected the goods, her boots made loud slaps against the floor. Any passer-by would cringe at the loud sound in the almost silent hall, thinking it deafening, and on purpose, but Karin Needle didn’t care. It was her sound alone, and no one could change it.

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