Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I walked down the silent hallway void of any souls. Almost every living person in our school was in class as the weekend passed and the clock was all we watched as each minute ticked by.
A migraine pulsated at the front of my head, spreading its way around. I blinked and the brief coolness behind my lids urged me to sleep. I couldn't. I felt unstable on my feet as if I could collapse at any given moment but I held myself up as best as I could.
The conversation with Holland's little brother rang in my head like an incessant alarm. It kept me up all night. Only it was better than the horror filled dreams.
Why was Holland connected to any of this except for the fact that Hendrix had met her a couple times during his youth. She certainly was not in my past and I was fairly certain she wasn't in the rest of the boys'. So this was all left to Hendrix.
But why?
What connection did she have to this through Hendrix that ended up with her untimely death? Was she connected through another person or was it just a coincidence that she knew Hendrix and was dragged into something that did not concern her?
The thoughts tumbled and turned in my head and I could not get them to slow down. With each extra night of staying awake and splashing water on my face to keep myself up, my thoughts increased and so did the desire to succumb to whatever the dark held for me.
I continued my path down the hallway, making my way to behavioural class. It was one of the classes I hated because all they tried to do was make us good. They tried and failed. There was this one sentence they had said during a class that threw me off the course completely; "how does it make your parents feel?"
Who fucking cares how they feel when I feel worse?
The scintillating lights beamed down on me, making my dark under eyes more prominent and my unruly hair come to light. The light made me blink harshly against the blinding streaks unfortunately graced upon me and it made me wince when the sudden need for darkness came.
My mind grew dizzy for a moment and I almost tripped. Catching myself before I could stumble, I stood upright and world stopped moving. I knew it would come eventually but I only hoped I could last a little longer. I needed to.
I took a step forward and managed to walk a couple steps before the world began tilting once again. I held a hand onto the wall to steady myself and breathed in and out, closing my eyes as a way to calm the thudding in my head.
Every part of me felt sleepy - from my arms to my legs. I felt like my limbs were failing me as I tried to do the bare minimum of just walking. My mind was going on lockdown, dragging everything it could get a hold on and that thing was my body.
I was drowning in water, allowing the water to filter in through cracks until it filled every inch of me and dragged me beneath the waves, where I couldn't find any solace in the pain. With the water, came the noise. First it was the noise of buzzing, several alarms going off in my head and the chatter of my thoughts jumbled together. Then it was the loud noise of nothing. Silence was incredible sometimes, there was no noise within hearing distance. But in my mind, that silence was loud and alarming.
