The bell rang signaling to the class to leave. Two by two each student got up and filed out the door. Each talking with the other about their plans for the weekend that had dawned on them. Soon the class was emptied as the teacher said goodbye to the last students and closed the door on his way out. Or so was what he thought, but one student had been left face down on the desk.
The young man who believed himself to be a senior woke from his slumber some time later. Scratching the scruffy brown hair on his head he looked out the panes of glass to see the familiar twilight that loomed in the sky. Wiping his tired emerald eyes, he dropped his books into his bag before walking towards the door. Shuffling in between the desks he noticed a photo dropped by a student. Looking it over he put names to the three boys and girls he saw as he wondered what they were up to now. At the circus maybe or possibly at the boardwalk? How could he know? He never would. Resting the photo facedown he continued. Reaching the door, he found it locked but shock had no room on that barren face of his. Every day it was locked, barring him from the life outside. He would’ve tried the other two doors if he thought things would change. Every day he would check the doors and every day they were locked. What point was their anymore?
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Wandering endlessly through the classroom he lacked the will to hold his head up anymore. There was no need to after all. He had seen these walls countless times now. Their layout embedded into his very soul. As twilight fell to the night so did the young man as he took his seat once more. Facedown he was engulfed in the lifeless darkness. Every night this happened but the pain; the pain he could never get use too. It felt like being buried alive. Slowly crushed by the soil tossed on you. Getting heavier and heavier with each passing second, your lungs filling with it till you can’t breathe, and finally the pain ceases; as he awakes to see the familiar twilight through the glass panes.