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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29. Twenty-Eight

 

I walked my way to the head masters office. It was down a small corridor near the back of the school, opposite the staff room. I knocked twice before the door was pulled back with a creek and the bald headed form of Mr Sevan looked down at me. As usual he looked miserable, with his downward drooping mouth and a rather large brown moustache, which looked like some creature had attached itself to his face. He was around 40 but walked slowly around the corridors like he could be at least 60. It was like he was on the prowl for miscreants, which he could then vent his misery out on, through anger.

"Um... April McKinnon said you wanted to see me," I started when he questioned my presence with a raise of his eyebrows, which wriggling up and down like caterpillars.

"Oh, yes... Felicity Flemming?" he replied in his usual blunt sounding tone, and I nodded. He stepped back slowly and beckoned me into the office.

I limped in to the room and Mr Sevan shut the door behind me. He shifted his way to sit behind the desk again, stroking at his moustache as fixed me with this serious look. I sat down opposite him and tried not to gulp too much. He'd always scared me, ever since I joined the school.

"I've had some disturbing facts brought to my attention," he began and I looked back at him, confused. What disturbing facts? I waited for him to continue but he took his time, stroking his moustache again. It was obviously his pride and joy.

Finally, he revealed the facts he thought were disturbing, "I've had some reports of your behaviour being erratic."

I said nothing and stared back at him, willing my hands to keep still.

"Shouting in the cafeteria to start with," he continued, "and namely the fact that I received information that you were seen with a knife in your possession."

I swallowed hard. How did he know that? Then I remembered Abi-Rose, she had been angry at me, at the fact I had a knife. She'd thought it was odd, especially when the police said that Robin was murdered with a knife.

Mr Sevan fixed me with an even sterner look. "Is that true, Miss Flemming?"

I tried not to act suspiciously as I shook my head. "No." I wasn't going to admit it, he wouldn't understand why I needed it.

"Whilst it's not my place to comment on everything that happens outside of school, I fear that if a knife was in your possession, it might have been brought into school," he said to me. "That's not something we condone. Knives, all weapons to be precise, are prohibited." He sucked in a big breathe of air. "And given recent events it's even more alarming to me that you would have such an item."

I swallowed hard again and tried to keep my voice level. "But I don't."

His moustache moved as his expression contorted slightly and he cocked his head to the side. "Then why is it, a student came to me, with very real concerns that you had a weapon. They saw you with a knife."

"I... I don't know, sir," I replied as politely as I could but inside his words were getting to me. I could feel my face heating up, my body wanting me to squirm in my seat.

He stroked at his moustache again. "You don't appear to have a school bag with you today. Is it at home?"

I nodded back, deciding not to speak in case my voice wobbled at all and I gave myself away.

He tapped at the table for a few seconds before he reached across the desk for his phone. I watched him stab a number in, and put it to his ear. A person picked up on the other end and Mr Sevan spoke gruffly into it, "Molly, get me Detective Brown, from the police station.... Yes, the one for Robin's case... Quickly as possible please. Send them to my office."

My eyes went wide and I would have fallen out of the chair if my muscles immediate reaction wasn't to tense up. "Sir...I," I tried to get words out but he shook his head at me, putting the phone down.

"I'm sorry, Miss Flemming," he replied but he didn't seem very sorry. "I can't let this slide... Something dreadful happened in this school and I feel it my duty to report anything like this to them. You were seen with a knife after all."

"I-I don't have a knife," I stammered out desperately but I knew I was lying. I just didn't want him to think I had one. I didn't want the police involved. I didn't do anything.

"Maybe not on your person right now," he replied and he sighed rather too dramatically for my liking. "Look, I don't like to have to do this but given the circumstances, it has to be this way."

I dropped my eyes to my lap, my body shaking. I couldn't believe this. This wasn't fair. Why had Abi-Rose done this? Why? I didn't do anything. I never hurt Robin. The knife, it was just protection, against the evil in this town. Surely she knew that. She'd had a cricket bat, that was surely for the same reason. She'd believed me about the monster so why this? I could understand she was upset but I didn't deserve this kind of accusation.

Since Robin's death the town had changed. Everyone could surely feel it; the fear, the confusion, the tense atmosphere. So, it made sense. It made sense for me to have a weapon and I never intended to hurt anyone, only protect myself from harm. Protect myself from whatever was lurking out there.

Everyday the corridors had felt unsafe, walking around the town felt unsafe, on my way home I had felt unsafe. It was like I was being watched, like something was waiting to get me. And I was scared. I was so scared. But I also wanted to understand what had happened, what it was that was lurking out there and I couldn't do that without feeling at least a little protected. That's why I had a knife, but people, the police, they weren't going to understand that, were they?

I jumped at the knock on the door. The receptionist opened it and let a tall, burly man into the room, followed by an extremely young looking, skinny guy, dressed in full police uniform. They were almost direct contrasts to each other. The first man looked stern and like he could crush anyone, the second was scrawny and even looked a bit scared about the whole situation. I swear I could see him shaking.

Mr Sevan quickly raised from his seat and addressed the first man. "Mr Brown, the detective for Robin's case?" he questioned.

Brown nodded back. "DCI Brown, and this is PC Bates." He stabbed his thumb towards the skinny guy, and then looked at me with curiosity. "What's going on?"

"This is Felicity Flemming," Mr Sevan explained and I couldn't look DCI Brown in the eye. I felt like he would read my expression, think me guilty if I did. "Another student reported her to have had a knife in her possesion."

"I see," DCI Brown said gruffly. I could feel his eyes boring into me like he was trying to get to my soul. "Is that true, Miss Flemming?"

I shook my head, not able to speak. If I did, I think I would have given myself away. I didn't want to lie but they wouldn't understand. I couldn't tell them what I thought, about the monster, the mysterious rooks, and why that all meant I was carrying a knife. They wouldn't see it in the same way, I knew they wouldn't.

"You understand the seriousness of this, don't you?" Brown continued in the same gruff voice. "This has to be looked in to."

I nodded. I knew he was only doing his job, but I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn't hurt Robin.

"Bates," he snapped and PC Bates jumped. "Do a body search."

"Um... yes sir," PC Bates replied quickly and he almost stumbled towards me. He seemed nervous about the whole thing as he ordered me how to stand. "It's my first day," he whispered to me. "I don't really know what I'm doing." His nervousness made sense now.

After a few minutes he backed away again and mumbled to DCI Brown that I had nothing but a phone on me. I continued to stare at the floor instead of the harsh eyes.

"Okay then... I suggest that we continue this at the station," DCI Brown raised his voice suddenly like he thought I wasn't listening. I definitely was.

I finally managed to raise my head and looked at him. He stared back, not shifting his decision.

"You can come willingly, with us for questioning, no fuss," he told me, "or we can arrest you if you would prefer."

I shook my head. I definitely didn't need to be arrested. I stood up from my seat as DCI Brown gestured to the door. He looked back at Mr Sevan. "I'll take it from here."

PC Bates held on to my arm and escorted me out of the door and into the corridor, following in DCI Brown's wake. All the while my legs were shaking and I was biting back my panic. Inside, I was terrified but I knew I hadn't done anything. I hadn't committed a crime. Yet I felt like I had. As we reached the main corridor people stared at me, whispered amongst themselves and it sounded like nothing good was being said. Of course, they would think the worst. Of course they would.

I looked like I had committed a crime. Weeks after Robin's death, a girl being escorted by the police out of school was going to cause some suspicions. I just wished it wasn't me. I wished that I'd never turned up for that exam. That I'd never moved from the hospital bed.

Words jumped out at me and my eyes seared as I heard what they were saying, what they thought I had done. 'Oh my god, what did she do?' 'Why's she being arrested?' 'Did she kill Robin?' 'What the hell is wrong with her?' 'Physco.' 'Did she kill Robin?' 'Is she dangerous?' 'Why isn't she hand cuffed?'

All I wanted to do was stop, turn around and scream that I hadn't done anything, that I was innocent but I couldn't. I just had to walk as my heart thudded manically against my chest and my eyes welled with tears.

Brown kept gesturing people out of the way and muttering, "nothing to see here, move along please." I wished they listened to them, but they didn't. People still stood and stared. The corridor had never felt longer.

Then worse of all, I saw April, exiting a classroom. Her eyes locked to mine and surprise burst onto her face, followed by complete confusion and disbelief. I looked back at her over my shoulder, tried to convey a message in my eyes. I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. This is a mistake... but I knew it didn't look like that.

She couldn't stop staring. I felt like a million eyes were on me, but I only really cared about hers. About how she was watching her best friend being carted off by the police. I didn't want her to think I had done anything. I didn't want her to think I had killed anyone. I didn't want her to think I was a monster.

Finally, Brown pushed open the entrance doors and gestured me through, and I was almost relieved. Out onto the tarmac of the car-park and into the sun I walked. The door slapped shut behind us, the accusing voices dropped but I could still hear them echoing in my head.

I got into the car, and my loud heart beat wouldn't stop. We pulled out of the carpark, down through the high street and down Park Lane. It all happened very fast. The police station loomed in the near distance, on the right side of the road. Then I was getting out, PC Bates was pulling me along and DCI Brown was talking fast and leading me through the door. Down a corridor into a room, into a seat behind a metal table where they shut the door on me and hurried off somewhere.

The lighting was dim, the main light pointed at the centre of the room, where I was sitting. It almost felt like I was on a stage somewhere, right in the spot light, but I was stuck, stage fright getting to me so that all I could do was sit here in panic. I felt like eyes were staring at me, thinking bad things about me, but I knew the room was empty. The darkened corners, the silence was what made it disconcerting. The waiting to be questioned was why I really felt so panicked. I knew they would bore their eyes into me like they were trying to read my mind and that made me uncomfortable. I didn't know what was going to happen. I hadn't even decided if I was going to tell the truth yet. I just knew this wasn't a good situation to be in at all.

It felt like hours dragged on as I sat there, waiting. It was almost agonising, not knowing what they were doing outside of the room, and why I was just sitting here. I had resorted to leaning my head on my crossed arms, my eyes shut, praying for something good to happen. Then finally the door clicked open. I jumped and sat up straight. I supposed it was time to find out what was going to happen now. 

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