I'm so tired of all that's happening to me.
Why me?
What have I done that's so bad to deserve this level of cruelty?!
I didn't even ask to be here!
I was dragged against my own will, became the center of pranks, had to live through hell and this is what I get; being locked in a stinky room in a probably unknown part of school. This is it I thought, this is how I die. With whatever power left in me after all that crying I started to scream again.
"LET ME OUT! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! LET ME OUT! PLEASE! ANYONE! PLEASE!" I started screaming hysterically.
It took me a whole fifteen minutes of crying, screaming and banging to realize that no one was coming to save me. Then a realization hit me; I still have my bag with me. The place was so dark it took me for forever to realize where I was. It was damp, smells like the boys' locker room, and I could hear mice creeping somewhere.
It takes no genius to figure out that it's the school basement. Honestly school is not the right place to build a basement! What if someone dies in here and is never found, or worse, what if that someone is me!
Oh my God no. I have to find a way out of here.
I took out my phone, and a "just my luck" moment slammed into my face when I saw that it had no reception what so ever. I tried calling anyone I could, but it wouldn't call because of the reception. I started sobbing to myself. I sat against the wall with my knees to my chest and starting rocking; something I always did when I was nervous.
"This is it," I said out loud as more of a reality, "this is how I die."
I took out my phone again and against the tears, wrote a text message to my friends.
To: Brendi; Sab; Ashton; Aaron; Jaycee;
Text: guys help me!! I'm locked in the basement! Brad locked me in here and this place is CRAWLING with spiders! Please HURRY!! CODE RED!!!"
Thirty minutes after sending that text, I realized that there was no reception and I might actually be trapped in here forever; ok not forever but I am allowed a moment or two of drama ok?
I started rocking even harder and I just let myself cry. I cried for all the times I let that jerk and every one of his friends annoy me all these years.
Cried for all the times I decided it was payback time and cowered away.
Cried for the humiliation I let myself endure without doing anything about it.
For all the times I let my weakness and fear get the best of me.
I cried for allowing myself to be weak and a complete pushover and not even telling anyone about it. I heard movement down the stairs and I rocked even harder without even daring to look.
All of the sudden it got really hard to breathe and I was sweating so much that my shirt was soaking. I took off my hoodie and just put it on me. The sounds down the stairs were more frequent now but I just couldn't get myself to look. Another weird sound got my whole body jumping. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my knees. I started humming tunes to different songs I knew and I stayed in that position for so long I lost count.
As my body was succumbing to the numbness and the severe heat and dehydration, I entered a world scarier than the one I was already trapped in.
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I was walking down a scary and deserted hallway. It looked like it came right out of a horror movie because it also looked familiar. The walls and floors were so dirty and blood stained that it looked like the place was abandoned years ago.
As I was walking, I kept hearing voices like muffled screams that kind of sounded like cries for help. I was very extremely scared to the point where I was sweating.
I didn't know where I was but all I knew is that I was walking down a very scary, long and seemingly endless hallway. Apart from a faint white glow that lit the way, it was very dark and very empty. There was nothing but me walking through an empty hallway.
As I walked further down the bloody deserted passageway, the entire place around me started shifting completely but the distant cries for help never stopped; they were much distorted so I couldn't make out what they were saying. Instead of dirty white walls, I was in a much more familiar place.
The dark ground around me turned into tiles and the walls were cleaner and had lockers attached to them. The ceiling that was falling turned into a neat array of overhead lights and the change in scenery became very clear; I was at my school.
Ok now I know for a fact that this is a nightmare because why in the same heck would I dream of school?
A sob caught my attention and I started walking towards it. The figure of the person was blurred out for some reason, like watching a movie in the lowest quality, but I could tell it was a girl. As I was approaching her, the skies suddenly shifted and in no time at all it was very cloudy and seemed like the beginning of a storm.
I didn't let that sudden change in weather alarm me and I started jogging towards her. At the exact time that I started jogging she started getting away, not running or anything, but the ground under her was taking her away from me. As I struggled to keep up with her speed, it started to rain.
Huge rain drops were soaking my hair and clothes. I'm not even kidding those drops were so huge it seemed very abnormal; even for a dream.
With one final drop that drowned me whole, I woke up abruptly sweating profusely and my clothes were absolutely soaked. Doesn't take a genius to guess where I was; and just like that, I was back to my reality horror show.
I must've slept because when I looked at my watch it read 5.30 pm.
Ok, back up.
Back.
Up.
No wonder I was soaking wet. I've been unconscious since about 9.30! I was totally out of it for eight full hours!! How can no one notice that I somehow disappeared from the start of first period? At this point I was totally freaking out and before I could do anything else, my phone beeped.
I took it out to see the "message sent" icon and for some reason I felt relieved, because at least they know where I am know.
My legs were numb, it was very difficult to breathe, I was sweating and most of all I was extremely hungry because I only ate in the morning at home.
Home; I wonder how my parents are reacting now that I haven't come home. I meant school finishes at three.
I just hope they realize where my car is and come to my rescue since apparently they installed a GPS on it. I overheard them talking about how they're always worried about me for some deranged reason so they decided to install a GPS in my car before they gave it to me on my birthday, said it had something to do with how since they can't always be with me at least they'd always know where I am. I remember turning into a big pile of mush just hearing that, I was smiling all day, and it was then that I decided that I needed to be strong for them. I decided that 3 years ago and I ain't stopping now. I'm not going to wait for no superman to rescue me because I'm going to rescue myself! It was then and there that I decided that I needed to stop the damsel-in-distress act and find a way to get myself out of here. I made it my life mission to make Brad's life a living hell because if I let this pass by, it's never going to stop.
He's probably going to attend graduation either in a wheel chair or in a cast; revenge is a dish best served cold.
Just as I abruptly stood up, my vision became blurry, I lost balance and fell right down the stairs.
I couldn't tell what happened after that because after I hit my head falling down the stairs and with no energy or food in my system, I slipped into a comforting darkness and this time I didn't fight; I welcomed it.