CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE: OnE ShOTs

Come back to me... (4)

In witness to this my hands trembled, the fear that had struck me was ghastly. I had shuddered in place, my eyes strenuous as I continued watching.

My head hurts now thinking back to it, the various images. The imagery and personification of human cruelty.

"No..." My mutters were met with no reassurance.

Despite the lavish gore and suffering I maintained my gaze trained on the damned video. Each time my hand hovered over the cursor on the exit, I paused and continued watching.

"Argh!!! It hurts! It hurts!!!" The squeals of a girl so young, her eyes bloodshot with tears brimming her eyes.

She curled up into a ball and screeched, but instead of comfort the cold solitude was what met her. A sterile cold, so unwelcoming and desolate that it made the death so much more gruesome.

"Hahh... Hahh..." I had my words caught in my throat, my mind was in disarray as if the actions of this video was happening to me.

It was a shame because what I saw next would haunt me. Simple and quick was the man who waltzed into the room, scanning his surroundings before heading towards the child aforementioned. I sat still back then with an empty gaze, horror and ideas was something I knew but this was so daunting that my primary reaction was stillness.

I had no other way to react because this was foreign and unexplainable. The expression I had couldn't be more perfect to what I felt inside. The still and empty look, the flat lips that wouldn't quiver. The only feelings in my heart were of numbness and also pity.

This mental torture which I had exposed myself to until my eyes started leaking. The figure of a boy that came so suddenly and so unhinged, the eyes that bore a similar hue to my own.

"No way..." My disbelief had flared up dramatically.

My eyes made eye contact with his as if he was mimicking my own. The same dreary expression that was cast on the others I had briefly observed, was plastered on his. The same golden brown eyes that I knew so well, tarnished by the dim light shining.

Something so empty and abyssal met my eyes, the same feeling of dread I met before slithered up my spine; strangling it as cold sweats formed on my forehead. The earlier urges to switch off the video resurfaced immediately and I moved hastily.

Yet, my fingers which were dangling precariously over the mouse failed to realise my intentions.

The filthy stench of that memory still lingers, how inept I was to stop my own suffering and how I simply watched with my mouth agape.

The sequences that occurred quickly, the muffled sobs of a child so lonely. The man who was on top with a sickly grin, amused at the boys suffering. I was appalled and horrified, simple euphemisms of dread or hurt wouldn't be able to fully explain the feelings in my heart.

The memory that struck to me the most, the gaze that shone dimly had been forever extinguished and I watched as the man let the boy go. Dropping him to the floor all bloody. No defence mechanisms activated, the boy laid there unmoving and motionless.

I remember and I loathe it. My own view of his past before was of normality, but this blew my own perceptions out of the water. I was aghast, appalled. I was reeling, on the verge of losing my focus when I sat there.

Looking back on it and thinking about it now. I remember the promise I made to myself. The same way I knew my brother had to look after the school, I promised myself that I would look after him.

So for that, my plan hatched and the continuation of the plan is still ongoing with pieces slowly coming together. I had him on my sights, who's to say he didn't either. I can't read his mind, but I know that he feels even more wary of me now.