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can almost feel something inside my chest clawing me up inside, riling up to dart out of me at the soonest chance it can get. I want to run. He opens his mouth and shouts my name.
“Alice!” he roars, pointing a finger at me and I know that he means to kill me. I know that he’s here with deadly intent.
I turn and run. I run as fast as I can in my wedges. Wrapping my arms around my chest, I feel cold all of the sudden, brittle and frigid, like driftwood in the Arctic Ocean. I ram into everyone around me, shoving them aside as I slam into them with my shoulders. Some of them go flailing as I feel the tundra growing inside my soul, like something paralytic has stung me in the heart and the rest of me is crippled and shutting down. I feel like I’m dying and I know if that man catches me, I’m going to die. I know that he’s going to kill me. Somewhere on his body, he has a gun and that gun has a bullet with my name on it. I can see images inside the depths of my mind of my head whipping back, a cone of crimson ripping out of the back of my head as gray brain matter spatters against the floor and walls. I know that this man is going to kill me.
As I slam into someone, suddenly the cold is gone. I feel it rip off of me as if I were wrapped in a blanket and it had gotten caught in a tree or something, pulling violently free from me, lifting from my shoulders and floating away into oblivion. I almost want to look back and see what has happened. I don’t though, because now that the cold is gone, I can feel only stillness. I can feel only the vacancy of where it was. It’s like a tornado has ripped through me and where my heart, lungs, liver, and stomach used to be, there is only rubble and debris, ashes falling among my bones.
I look at the counselor’s office. I look at the doorknob, all shiny and round. I had always thought that that doorknob was the shiniest thing in the entire school and that it would be a shame if they replaced it. I lower my head, bending over in a ninety degree angle as I run. I can hear the man behind me. I can hear him coming for me. I can hear death storming through the hallway. He sees me. He sees me for what I am. I can’t let him get me.
I run with all the speed and force that I can muster. I run as fast as I can. Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel a sudden, rattling thud as I hit the doorknob with the top of my head. I hear the sickening punch as the handle caves in my skull. In my spine each vertebra collides, all of them jamming together like a terrible traffic pile up. I feel a sudden emptiness as my legs give out, my arms go limp. I fall flat on the floor. All I can feel is the stillness, the warmth of blood gushing out of the top of my head. My bones don’t feel right in my face. Everything feels askew. Everything feels like it’s shifted. Oh God, I’m dying.
There’s something inside of me. There’s something wrong with me. I want to cry out, but I can only taste blood in my mouth and I think I’m missing my tongue. I move my eyes to check. There it is, lying just a few inches from my lips on the white linoleum as blood pours out of my perfect, glossy lips. I’m dying. There’s something inside of me, crawling out of me. I can feel it. It’s leaving me here. It’s abandoning me. It’s left me here to die. Oh God, what’s happening to me?
VI
The school looks like it’s been here for maybe five years and already it has housed legions of children, sending them through the wood chipper of public education and churning them out upon the world like salmon swimming upstream toward the waiting bears.
Wrapping my fingers around the door handle. I pull open the door and I’m instantly greeted in the foyer by so many teenagers that it’s nauseating. I look at them with disdain and without a single drop of respect for any of them. Most of them are greasy-haired lowlifes with no direction in their future. They’ll end up wandering around, mindless and foolish. I look at
“Alice!” he roars, pointing a finger at me and I know that he means to kill me. I know that he’s here with deadly intent.
I turn and run. I run as fast as I can in my wedges. Wrapping my arms around my chest, I feel cold all of the sudden, brittle and frigid, like driftwood in the Arctic Ocean. I ram into everyone around me, shoving them aside as I slam into them with my shoulders. Some of them go flailing as I feel the tundra growing inside my soul, like something paralytic has stung me in the heart and the rest of me is crippled and shutting down. I feel like I’m dying and I know if that man catches me, I’m going to die. I know that he’s going to kill me. Somewhere on his body, he has a gun and that gun has a bullet with my name on it. I can see images inside the depths of my mind of my head whipping back, a cone of crimson ripping out of the back of my head as gray brain matter spatters against the floor and walls. I know that this man is going to kill me.
As I slam into someone, suddenly the cold is gone. I feel it rip off of me as if I were wrapped in a blanket and it had gotten caught in a tree or something, pulling violently free from me, lifting from my shoulders and floating away into oblivion. I almost want to look back and see what has happened. I don’t though, because now that the cold is gone, I can feel only stillness. I can feel only the vacancy of where it was. It’s like a tornado has ripped through me and where my heart, lungs, liver, and stomach used to be, there is only rubble and debris, ashes falling among my bones.
I look at the counselor’s office. I look at the doorknob, all shiny and round. I had always thought that that doorknob was the shiniest thing in the entire school and that it would be a shame if they replaced it. I lower my head, bending over in a ninety degree angle as I run. I can hear the man behind me. I can hear him coming for me. I can hear death storming through the hallway. He sees me. He sees me for what I am. I can’t let him get me.
I run with all the speed and force that I can muster. I run as fast as I can. Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel a sudden, rattling thud as I hit the doorknob with the top of my head. I hear the sickening punch as the handle caves in my skull. In my spine each vertebra collides, all of them jamming together like a terrible traffic pile up. I feel a sudden emptiness as my legs give out, my arms go limp. I fall flat on the floor. All I can feel is the stillness, the warmth of blood gushing out of the top of my head. My bones don’t feel right in my face. Everything feels askew. Everything feels like it’s shifted. Oh God, I’m dying.
There’s something inside of me. There’s something wrong with me. I want to cry out, but I can only taste blood in my mouth and I think I’m missing my tongue. I move my eyes to check. There it is, lying just a few inches from my lips on the white linoleum as blood pours out of my perfect, glossy lips. I’m dying. There’s something inside of me, crawling out of me. I can feel it. It’s leaving me here. It’s abandoning me. It’s left me here to die. Oh God, what’s happening to me?
VI
The school looks like it’s been here for maybe five years and already it has housed legions of children, sending them through the wood chipper of public education and churning them out upon the world like salmon swimming upstream toward the waiting bears.
Wrapping my fingers around the door handle. I pull open the door and I’m instantly greeted in the foyer by so many teenagers that it’s nauseating. I look at them with disdain and without a single drop of respect for any of them. Most of them are greasy-haired lowlifes with no direction in their future. They’ll end up wandering around, mindless and foolish. I look at
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