Claw Marks and Corridors

Felicity saw something she shouldn't have. A dead girl in the bathroom at school. Not just any girl, Robin Cross, the head girl. Since that night all she's had in her head is images of a creature ravaging her body. But Robin was just stabbed excessively, right?

Felicity's life is shattering as she struggles to find the truth and anyone who will believe her. Even the corridors start to not feel safe anymore.

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This is a first draft, meaning that a couple of the chapters are going to be changed/need serious editing at some point! Please bare this in mind.
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20. Nineteen

 

Panic, panic, panic. That's all I could feel pumping through my veins. The scream echoed in my head as my feet moved forward, I began to run. She was crying as she sat in the front, shaking all over, squished against the airbag.

"April! April, oh my god." I fumbled around, tried to open the door. "April!"

She just cried harder. I pulled the door open, gripped hold of her shoulders. "April, are you hurt?"

She shook her head, still shaking so much, her arms covered in sweat. I held onto her tighter, lifted my head, looking back. The silver car was crunched into the back of hers, destroying half of it. If anyone had been in the back, they would have been dead, I was sure of it. And then I saw the man in the front of the car, he was unconscious, the shards of glass from the windscreen pierced through his face.

"Shit." I cursed. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

My hands shook as I fumbled around, tried to find my phone in my pocket but it wasn't there. I hurried around to the other side again, my heart almost exploding out of my chest.

"Hang on, April. I'll call an ambulance," I told her as she still cried, breathing in large gasping breathes.

I looked around me when I realised, I must have dropped it. I ran back up the side of the road, my eyes searching again but not like before. I wasn't looking for blood, I needed my phone. I needed to get help. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Finally, I saw it, face down on the grass.

I picked it up, furiously stabbing in the number, 999. My voice was hoarse, and panicked and I could hardly get sentences out but I needed to. The lady on the phone sounded calm, collected, kept reassuring me but as I hurried back towards April I knew it wasn't fine. This was my fault. This was all my fault. I'd been the one who told her to stop. I'd been the one who refused to get back in the car. If I'd just done it, we would have driven off, it would have been fine.

I collapsed onto the ground, hugging my knees to my chest as I cried. What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? I gripped at my hair as voices filled my head.

You wanted her to hurt. You wanted her to suffer.

I shook my head, flattened my hands to my ears. "Shut up."

She didn't believe you, so you made this happen.

"No!" I screamed. "No!"

The sirens pierced loudly through my head. Then there was a flurry of people and noise and orderly commands. Someone was gripping my arm, trying to get me to stand but I couldn't move, my legs wouldn't take my weight.

"It's alright, I've got you." I heard the voice, felt the person moving me. I could see the people swarmed around the two cars, the yellow and green vehicles, the police cars, the fire engine. They moved me towards them, sat me down on the edge of an ambulance. Another person fumbled around me.

"Can you tell me your name, Miss?" they asked, but all I could so was stare, bleary eyes as I watched. People had surrounded April, pulling her from the car. And the man too. Blood was pouring out of him, so red and bright. And there was so much noise. Voices and men and women.

All I cared about was April. All I could see was her as they moved her to another ambulance. She was so shaky, so manic, her face was the picture of fright and tears and pain. I wanted to run to her but the paramedics held me back.

"Miss, she's being taken care of."

"I need to see her," I mumbled and I pushed harder against the persons arms.

"You need to let the paramedics help her, and let me help you."

I tried to resist again. "I need to tell her... I n-need to tell her I'm s-sorry." I felt more tears burst out of my eyes and my strength went, the paramedic holding me up.

I couldn't hear them as they were talking. All I could feel was the panic and the guilt and the thumping beat of my heart. This was my fault. This was all my fault.

All you do is hurt people. Robin's voice. You can't save anyone. You couldn't save me.

I shook my head, tried to get the voice to go away. I could save people, I could. That's why I was trying to find the monster. That's why I was so determined to find out the truth. I wanted to save more people, I didn't want more people to die.

But I hurt April. I hurt her.

This was all my fault. A monster didn't hurt her, I did.

Maybe you're a monster too.

"No!" I realised I had screamed it out loud. The paramedic, gripped hold of me tighter, forcing me to sit on the ambulance stretcher.

"Just take some deep breathes."

I tried to listen, I really did, my chest heaving up and down, a sick feeling crawling up my throat. I swallowed and focused on the paramedic's voice.

"Deep breathes," she said. "In, out, in, out, in out."

My breathing finally slowed down. The paramedic smiled gently at me, I tried to focus my eyes on her face.

"That's it," she continued. "You just need to calm down."

I nodded back, tried to keep my breathing level as someone shut the back of the ambulance against the destruction outside. The paramedic rustled around, gently guiding me so I laid down. The engine started and it pulled away from the curb.

"Okay, now can you tell me your name?" she asked.

"F-Felicity," I managed to mumble out.

"Okay, Felicity." She smiled kindly. "Does anywhere hurt?"

I shook my head. "I... I wasn't near the car." I stammered. "I-I just saw it happen."

The paramedic was writing something down. "You're probably experiencing some shock right now."

I could still feel myself shaking. She was right. I was shocked and scared and guilty.

"This is all my fault." I felt my chest tighten, faster breathes coming back.

The paramedic inched closer again. "Felicity, you just need to breathe okay." She paused slightly, looked at me more definitely. "This is not your fault."

"It is." Tears burst into my eyes again. It was my fault. It is, it is, it is.

The paramedic held onto my arm and tried to sooth me with her voice again. "Felicity, this is not your fault."

"You-You don't understand!" My chest tightened again, more ragged breathes coming out.

"What I understand is that there was a collision between two cars and you saw it happen," the paramedic said more firmly this time. "My responsibility is to check that you are okay, and make sure we can check you over for injuries. Okay?"

I felt myself nod but my breathes still came out harshly. It was my fault. I knew it was, but I didn't resist it as the paramedic asked more questions. She was just trying to do her job. The sooner we got to the hospital, the sooner I could get to April, tell her I was sorry.

The next hour or so was filled with more check ups and questions from the police. People flurrying in and out of my room, till finally I got sat in a small waiting area for my parents. I'd asked about April at least six times but no one gave me any indication of if she was okay. So when a nurse came directing her into the same waiting room, leading her to a chair, I couldn't have been more relieved.

"April, thank god," I started and I got up, crossed the room. The nurse was telling her, her parents would be here soon to get her. She pulled the blanket she had round her closer and avoided my eyes. "I am so sorry," I burst out once the nurse had gone. I could see the sadness, the disappointment on her face. I wanted to cry.

I sat myself into the seat next to her, turned towards her. "April, I know it was my fault and I know I'm stupid and we shouldn't have stopped there and I am so sorry." I paused, taking in a shaky breathe. She still said nothing, staring at the ground with her tired, glassy looking eyes. "I'll pay for the damage, I'll get the money for it. I can... I."

She cut me off suddenly. "No, Felicity." She sounded stern but hurt. "You can't pay for the damage, you know you don't have that sort of money and neither do your parents."

"But I can, I can try," I stumbled out.

She shook her head. "No. You're not the driver, you didn't own the car." She still stared at the floor. "That's what insurance is for."

"But that man was going too fast!" I exclaimed suddenly, because he was. The car had whizzed round that corner at break neck speeds. It wasn't just my fault, it was his too.

"But I stopped my car there," she snapped back and her eyes were almost harsh as she looked at me. "Don't you get it. It was my fault too, because I was the driver. I could have just kept on driving when you told me to stop but I didn't. I didn't do that." She took in a big breathe. "I listened to you, and that's the worst thing I could have done."

I lowered my eyes, feeling the lump in my throat enlarge. "I'm sorry."

"Sometimes sorry isn't enough, Felicity. Sometimes you can't apologise for things." She slowly got to her feet, her legs shaking.

"April... I," I tried to say something but she shook her head at me, again, pushed my hands away.

"I don't care anymore, do whatever the hell you want, Fe. Be stupid and search for blood on roadsides and in fields. Believe in crazy theories. Do whatever stupid thing you want. I don't care anymore." She took in a deep breathe, her eyes so bold and harsh. "Just don't come crying to me when you get hurt. Don't come crawling to me when you realise your mistakes. I warned you, I told you from the beginning not to go too far. I told you." She turned away.

"April, please." I sounded pleading and desperate but she continued to the door.

With one hand on the door handle she looked back at me. Sadness flickered across her face but only for a moment. "Just... just don't get yourself killed," she whispered.

Then she was gone before I could speak, before I could do anything. She walked through the door and didn't look back again. I knew she was angry and I knew she was upset, she had every right to be. She just didn't want to deal with me anymore. She didn't care about the theories or investigating. She'd had enough of me. She'd had enough of everything I had said and everything I had done recently. I'd pushed her away because my brain was so determined to believe in something which she didn't want to.

The monster had ruined it. It had destroyed Amanda's and Robin's lives, it had sacrificed so many animals, so many pets, and now, it was destroying my life. It was destroying me.

It made me angry, so angry. I could feel it bubbling up in me, mixing with determination till I could feel the blood pumping fast in my veins. My eyes set firmly in a frown and my hands balled into fists. It was taking too long. I had wasted so much time; I needed to work it all out and find it fast. The longer the monster was around, the more it had control on my life, my thoughts. It needed to be gone. I needed to make it go away.

I wanted to kill it.

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