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*

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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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22. Twenty-One

 

In the morning, I rushed to get ready, telling mum I would bike to school instead of having her drive me. She protested for a full five minutes before she gave in. I set off, happy that the day was fairly cloudy so the sun wasn't beating down on me. However, I was still sweating by the time I reached the school, regretting my decision slightly. I made my way inside and walked swiftly into the common room, spotting April. She looked up at me when I approached and scowled.

"Don't sit next to me," she snapped. I gripped the handle of my bag hard and tried not to let tears come up in my eyes. April never took that sort of tone with me.

"I need to ask something, it will just take a few minutes," I said slowly and she sighed.

"What do you want?"

"If I wanted to photocopy posters to put up, how would I get the access code for the big school printers?" I asked quickly, looking at her hopefully. She often knew things like this.

She said nothing for a few seconds, clearly debating in her head. Then she answered, "you'd have to get it from a school council member."

I was right to ask her. I tried to smile gently and looked back at her in what I hoped wasn't a too forceful way. I needed the code to photocopy what I had drawn out last night.

"But we're only handing codes out to people who are going for head girl right now," April continued and lowered her eyes again to her book.

I paused for a few seconds before I replied quickly, "well that's good then. That's what I need the code for."

April's eyebrows raised slightly. "You're campaigning to be head girl?"

I nodded, hoping that my guilt wasn't showing through from my lie. I just really needed that code.

April was still frowning but slowly leaned forward and reached into her bag. She scribbled something on a post-it note and handed it over. "There you go."

I took it and tried to smile at her. "Thanks."

She just shrugged and went back to her book. Getting a smile out of her after what had happened was too much to ask, and I knew that. Instead, I turned away, clearly not wanted in front of her anymore, and left the common room. I made my way down the corridor on the left towards the printing room, the post-it note, scrunched tightly in my hand. 

When I got there, luckily the room was empty. I hardly think posters about monsters would be well received by the member of staff who was usually in here. I quickly typed in the code and got the poster from my bag, putting it under the scanner. I clicked a few buttons, working out how to print the scan to A3 so it was bigger and the words more visible. I then input a number for the number of copies I wanted; I thought 20 would do it to start with.

I stood back, pressing the print button and waited as the machine whirred. Soon enough the prints started to expel out of the side. I smiled slightly when it was completed, taking my original from under the scanner and rolling up my A3 copies as the bell went overhead. I would start putting them up at break time I decided, making my way towards my class.

*

By the end of break, at 11, I had put up my twenty posters around school. Whispers had followed me as I did, people were looking at them with confusion but also fear. Was I really causing that much fear? But I couldn't help feeling people should be scared, after all, I was telling the truth. There was a monster and I needed more people on my side. I hoped these posters would help something like that to happen.

Turns out, they weren't well received. Especially not by April who came rushing over to me across the canteen at lunch time. She dropped a bunch of the poster onto the table which were ripped at the corners like she had pulled them from the wall furiously. She looked furious too.

"You lied to me!" she snapped and glared at me.

"April... I," I stammered and rose from my seat to match her gaze. "Why did you take them down?"

"Why do you think?" she mumbled darkly and gripped the table as though she needed support. She raised her eyes again. "I can't believe you did this. What the hell!" She pointed at the posters. "Do you want to scare the fuck out of everyone with your stupid ideas?"

"I thought it was a good idea," I replied and I picked up the posters. April reached across and grabbed at them again.

"Well it's not!" she shrieked. Several people had looked around at us now.

"April, let go," I demanded but she held on. The paper was slipping from my grip, the edges cutting at my hands. I let go and swore, lifting my hand to my mouth to clean away the blood seeping from the stinging cut.

"This is crazy," she snapped at me. "You're crazy!"

I lowered my hand again and I felt tears pierce my eyes. "I'm not crazy."

April laughed but not in the funny way, she looked hysterically angry. She threw the posters on the ground. "What is wrong with you?"

I bent down to collect the posters up again, blood dripping out on to them. April was still glaring at me.

"April-" I tried to speak again and explain why I needed the posters but she shook her head.

"I don't want to hear it," she snapped and started to turn away.

"Where are you going?" I called after her. "Please, I can explain!"

She turned back fiercely again. "Where am I going?" she screamed. "Where do you think?"

I gripped the posters hard in my hands again as my cuts stung and my eyes filled with more tears. Yet, I was angry too. Why couldn't she just understand?

"Away from you," she snapped darkly, "away from my bat-shit crazy friend!"

I tried to talk but my throat was restricted like I couldn't breathe a breath, let alone say anything.

She was shaking her head again and met my eyes. There was something so sad in them behind the fury. "Maybe I should say ex-friend." And with that, she strode from the room leaving me to stare after her, whispers and laughs erupting all around me.

For a few minutes all I could do was stand there my eyes furiously stinging, tears trying to burst out. Then I grabbed the posters and stuffed them in my bag, breathing heavily as I ran from the room. That's when the tears started to come, blurring my eyes as I ran to the bike shed and stumbled about to find mine. I pulled myself on it as rain started to lash down, like my tears had brought that on too.

I peddled furiously, rain drenching me, cold ebbing it's way through my body but I didn't care. All I cared about was the pain in my chest as I peddled faster and faster, trying to get away from the school. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to think or feel or do anything. I just wanted to feel the rain and the tears and the burning in the muscles in my legs.

She'll never believe you. No one will.

I screamed as I tried to push faster but I lost my footing, the sole of my shoe slipping on the peddle in the rain. The bike started to topple and my arms flailed uselessly as I was pushed sideways, the frame pulling me down with it. I hit the concrete with a smack and cried out, the rough ground ripping at my t-shirt, stinging going up my body, shaking from the impact.

I heard someone nearby running over, trying to pull me up, asking whether I could stand but all I could hear was the rain and my heartbeat. I pushed the hands away, the whole left side of me searing with pain. My voice was raspy as I told them I was fine, stumbling and fumbling as I tried to pick the bike back up.

My eyes focused on where I was for the first time. The high street in town. I gripped the bike harder, wobbled on my feet as I tried to limp forward. The person behind me was still trying to offer me help but I kept pushing on, my ankle throbbing as I tried to walk forward.

The voice had been wrong. Someone did believe me.

I continued on, hobbling my way past the bank and down Cresent Street. Tears were still falling thick and fast from my eyes, blood soaking its way through my t-shirt from my grazed arms but somehow, I didn't quite care about it. All I cared about was getting to the front door of number 5.

I dropped the bike and forced myself up the steps, shakily pushing at the front door. I went through to the reception and Ric instantly looked up, letting out a surprised gasp. I'd fallen to a heap on the floor by the time he'd come around from the desk asking endless questions. I couldn't listen properly, my whole body shaking and throbbing and stinging and shivering with cold.

I gripped hold of Ric as he put his arms around me and held me tight. "It's okay, I'm here," are the words which got through to me. I continued to cry.

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