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.

*First Draft*


Author's note

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.

12. Eleven


By Monday morning, I was more certain that I wasn't about to lose my best friend for good. The normality of our Sunday had calmed me down slightly and I hadn't spent my time wondering about monsters. I even had relatively good dreams. As I was getting dressed in the morning it was almost like a normal day, except I knew it wasn't. Robin was still dead.

I walked into school with April at my side and passed my eyes over the taped off bathroom door. It had remained like that since Friday the 4th. Flowers were building up around the door, fresh ones on top of old wilting and dying ones. It was like they were trying to mask the horror. Maybe that's why the staff still insisted on a new head girl and Mr Sinclair was urging people to go for the spot in his morning assembly. If they could fill the position maybe they thought it would help to mask the death, but I personally knew whoever took the spot would just have the death hanging over them like a shadow.

Chatter had passed around the room that filling the place was a bad idea, I heard people suggesting it would make them a target. Although in my new theory I didn't believe Robin was targeted because she was head girl anymore, I was still apprehensive in my brain that it could be the truth as well. What if someone did become the new head girl and they were the next to be killed?

April nudged me on the arm as we made our way out of the common room. "I haven't seen Dalton anywhere, he wasn't in that assembly and he hasn't answered my message."

She seemed worried so I hooked an arm round hers. "I'm sure he's just late or something."

"I guess," she mumbled slowly as we entered the History classroom. It was the only lesson we shared.

On any other occasion, someone not turning up for the day wouldn't be that mysterious, Sixth Form students often did, but since Robin's attack everyone seemed more on edge. It seemed more noticeable when people weren't about. April was clearly scared something had happened to him.

I sat down beside her and pulled my phone out. I hadn't yet heard from Ric since Friday either. Maybe there was a reason why both James boys were non-responsive right now. I typed in a quick message:

Hi. Hope you had a good weekend! Was just wondering if you've spoken to your dad yet?

I put my phone away again as the history teacher walked in and started the lesson. I hoped he would reply soon but throughout the 2-hour history class, not once did I feel my phone buzz. By break time April was slightly manic and kept on checking her phone every five minutes.

"How about we go to his house at lunch if you haven't heard from him by then?" I suggested hoping that I could calm her nerves. I also wanted to see if Ric was alright, he'd had his phone on him most of the time on Friday so he didn't seem like the kind of person who didn't reply quickly.

She nodded her head. "Yes, let's do that."

So, at 1 o'clock April and I met outside in the car-park. She informed me that Dalton had not been in Geography like usual and it wasn't like him. He'd never missed a lesson as far as she knew. We climbed into her car and drove to the same car-park we had on Friday, walking swiftly in the direction of the Rook Valley Times office. I secretly hoped he was just ill or something and Ric had caught it too. I'd only just made a new friend, I didn't want anything bad to have happened to him or to Dalton, April would be so upset.

When we approached the building, April gripped my arm suddenly and I followed her gaze to one of the front windows. It was smashed open and some cardboard had been stuck up behind it. I frowned at it in curiosity as we climbed the three steps and April knocked. It was a few minutes before anyone came to the door.

A tall blonde female, stood in the doorway glaring out at us. "What do you want?"

"Um," April started, clearly not expecting it to not be Dalton. "Is Dalton there?"

The lady crossed her arms and shook her head. "He's not here right now."

"Do you know where he is?" April asked, and I could see the worry all over her face.

The lady still had an unpleasant look on her face. "I think you should go." She started to shut the door but I held my hand out to stop her fully closing it.

"Is Ric here either?" I asked her and she glared at me some more.

"Cedric's busy working," she snapped and started to push the door against my hand. I held on.

"Can you at least let me speak to him for a second?" I asked her and tried to smile politely.

The lady just grimaced back. "Get out of here."

She forced the door some more and I let go with a sigh. The door slammed back into place leaving April and I to exchange a confused look.

"Is it just me or was that weird?" I questioned as we went down the steps again but didn't start to walk away.

April nodded her head in agreement and looked up at the building, clearly checking in the windows.

"Especially since Dalton said that their mum wasn't around anymore, and they don't speak to each other," April commented and I frowned.

"Wait, was that their mum?" I questioned and she nodded. The pale skin tone the lady had was the only remotely similar looking feature that Ric had. 

"I saw a picture of her in his room," she replied and got her phone out. "I'm going to call him. Maybe we can hear it ring from inside the house. She could be lying to us."

She tapped on her phone and we both perked our ears up. April sighed and tried again but to no avail. "I guess it could be on silent," she suggested and bit her lip in anxiousness.

"Yeah, maybe."

I checked my phone again. Ric hadn't replied yet either.

"We should head back now if we want to get back on time," April said but she didn't look like she wanted to move as she stared at the house.

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation," I said to her, and held onto her shoulder in comfort, turning her away slightly. We began to walk down the road again. I was hoping there was a reasonable explanation too.

We got back into her car and made our way back to Valley Rooks. As we drove, I wrote out another text to Ric:

April was worried about Dalton, she hasn't heard anything from him today, so we visited the house. The lady at the door wouldn't let me in to see you... I hope everything's okay!

We got back to school and parted ways to go to different lessons. I had a free period so I found myself a empty classroom, sat next to the window and contemplated for a few seconds before I decided to call Ric. He didn't answer and it went through to his voicemail. I sighed, getting out some work instead and tried to focus on writing an essay for English.

Half way through writing it, my phone buzzed and I quickly picked it up from the table, anticipation rising in my chest. It was Ric.

Meet me at Snt Lewis Park, 5pm. Don't bring April.

I stared at it in confusion, my hands slightly shaking. It was exactly like those mysterious texts which people got in movies. 'Don't bring April,' was like the 'come alone' part. I put my phone in my pocket again and tried to go back to my essay but now I was even more confused. At least he had replied and if I met him, I could find out if he knew where Dalton was, and tell April later. That was if that was actually him who replied.

I shivered, gripping my pen tighter and trying not to over think it. It wasn't like monsters wrote texts and lured people into traps, was it? That was more a killer or kidnapper thing to do. That didn't bring me much joy either.

For the rest of the day I was on edge. I wrote a quick text to April and lied that mum had picked me up already. After I watched her car pull out of the car park from an upstairs window, I made my way outside again and started towards the centre of town. The park was just a little way past the main shop area.

There was a sense of foreboding in the air but maybe that was just my imagination taking the cold, suddenly gloomy weather too far. April said before that my imagination was going to take me too far in the monster's instance, and maybe she was right. Maybe I did overthink everything and there was nothing to worry about, but as I entered the empty park I was still frightened.

I sat down on a swing, moved back and forth slightly as I rocked my feet. I kept checking behind me but no one had yet appeared. It was dead on 5pm. I wondered if he wasn't coming but soon enough, a figure walked to the gate. I wrapped my hoodie closer to me as they approached but soon relaxed when I recognised the pale faced form of Ric. He was wearing a pale grey sweater which washed his face out even more.

"Hi," I started as he reached me. He didn't look happy at all as he sat himself on the swing next to me. I looked round at him carefully.

"I'm sorry about all the secrecy," he mumbled, looking at the ground.

"It's okay," I replied and I cocked an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"

"Not exactly." He sighed and looked up at me.

I didn't know what to say, hands in my pockets as I waited for him to speak again instead. His charcoal eyes were almost scary as I looked in them.

"Dalton is fine though," he continued. "You can tell April that."

I nodded and waited again. I wondered whether he was going to reveal more. It certainly wasn't making sense right now. Why was his mother there? Why was our meeting arrangement so mysterious?

He sighed slightly, letting his breath out slowly. "I know this is probably all really weird, but it's just some family stuff going on," he finally said and he lifted his hand to brush his fingers through his thick hair. "I didn't mean to not reply to you."

"It's okay," I replied and I gently smiled. This still wasn't making sense.

He was about to speak again when there was a sudden noise. Ric's head whipped round towards the gate and he swore. I followed his gaze to see the lady from earlier standing there with her arms crossed.

"Cedric!" she screamed across the park again. "Cedric, come here!"

Ric swore again and got up, looking at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, I've got to go."

I got to my feet too and struggled to form words in time before he rushed off.

"Wait!" I called and he looked back at me, almost half way across the park, pausing for a few seconds. "If I can help at all, just let me know," I said but Ric shook his head.

"It's fine," he told me and turned back around, practically running to the gate. I watched as his mother grabbed his arm and marched him off, blabbering to him at a thousand miles per hour. I was left to stare after him, even more confused. At least I hadn't been kidnapped or murdered, I guess.

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