PAIN.

So much PAIN,

It fades...

I see a light!

AW C'MON. LET ME IN!

Fine.

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I'm awake, But that should be impossible. I felt pain. And I rember the cold knife being slid into my flesh. Why? because one piece of crap had decided to kill me. Thats GREAT! but... then how am I still breathing.

I'm not breathing.

WHY AM I NOT BREATHING?!?

Remain calm figure this out. First: Where am I?

I look around me and I see that I am in Echester school bathroom. There are 5 stalls and 3 urinals. I look behind me and I see a sink, and above it a mirror. But I am not in the mirror. to my left is the door out. All the lights are out. Yet for some reason it seems as bright as day.

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Okay that answers that question. Next, Why can't I breathe.

I try to suck in air

Nothing.

I try to speak

Nope.

I try to move

FINALLY

I can move my body like I normally would. I look at myself, Typical teenager: a blue T-shirt with a large white smiley face. The cheering effect of the happy smiley face was kinda ruined by the massive bloody kitchen knife emerging from my stomach. That kinda scared me, but it didnt hurt.

I was wearing black sweat pants. And tennis shoes (blue with white laces)

I checked my pockets. Maybe I had a cellphone, or a pager, or atleast an inhaler.

Nothing. Except a piece of paper reading: Note to self, Mooch off Michael for lunch.

Great! so I was not only broke. But I was also a moocher.

Wonderful!

Anyway back to the problem of the knife in my chest.

I tried to pull on it.

It came out easily.

Then I looked at it.

it was a standard brand knife with a small brand name ingraved at the bottom of the blade near the handle.

I did not know what to do after that. I just kinda stood there poking the knife in the air.

I put the knife in my pocket. My pockets were surprisingly deep.

I exited the bathroom. And entered into the locker lined hallways. I did my best not to drip blood on anything, (my stomach wound was still gaping) I liked janitors, They worked hard for a modest some and deserve respect! Wait...

What was that noise...

It faded..

It sounded like a car engine.

I ran through the hallways. Dodging left and right when nessecessary. Somehow I knew the layout of the building.

I passed a sign that made me stop in my tracks.

It was a picture of me, Surrounded by flowers. Written on a sign right infront of it was: Dedicated to Raye Halloway. "May you never leave our hearts"

I continued towards the noise.