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📍tw: blood

There he was.

Standing cluelessly in the middle of the 4th floors corridors with a key in his hand.

"What did I get myself into..."

He sighed.

Maybe it somehow was what he wanted.

But he thought he'd get help...not alone.

But there's no way out.

"I need to help him...and I don't care if I'm alone or not...I can do this...I studied a lot...I had good school grades...and the school's speaker back then...I dealt already with a lot of issues...so I can do that now too..."

He sighed.

"However I can't compare them...this is on a different level..."

He looked at the key in his hand.

His screams still filling the corridors.

"...but I need to help him"

He clutched the key tightly, walking towards the shower room.

His hands were shaking as he was inserting the key into the hole.

"I can do this..."

He slowly turned it, opening the door.

The screams suddenly disappearing.

And he only saw dark.

There was no light.

He stepped inside, searching for the light switch.

He could hear the quiet sobs and cries.

He walked around the corner, being careful not to stumble, touching the wall with the hope to find the light. He turned around a corner.

"Found it..." 

He turned the light on.

It slowly went on.

It seemed old as it was flickering.

And it felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment.

It was breaking.

Right in the middle.

"What have they done to him? Oh sh1t..."

There he was...sitting crouched in the corner of the shower, completely soaked with water. His body was shaking violently, wrists abused as blood streamed his arms down. His shirt blood stained.

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