FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 18

During the tour of the school Ms. Clark explained that a student should bring a towel with them for gym in case they need to use the showers if they became to dirty or from using the pool, it wasn't exactly mandatory but it was something that would make things a lot easier for the students.

Taking her towel Charla headed to a nearby shower and turned it on; she stuck her arm in to test the water before entering completely. And let out a released breath as she began to wash herself quickly than merely allowed herself to relax.

As the warm water beat down on her skin like hot summer rain Charla stared up at the ceiling. Did I really do the right thing? She thought as she closed her eyes. When I helped Sarah... people are calling me a hero that I did a good job for reacting the way I did. But that's just it, I reacted, nothing more, I didn't think I just moved. Besides, it's not like if I did anything grand like stop a bomb... and if they... if they knew... she looked to her hands and for the brief instance she saw her hands coated in blood before she quickly shut her eyes and looked away. I'm no hero... I don't even know what I am...

In the midst of her shower Charla paused when she heard the sound of the door, with a slight frown Charla called out. "Hello? Is someone there?" but heard no response, her frown deepening she turned off the water and waited to hear something. But she didn't, taking a towel and wrapping it around herself; she pulled back the shower curtain and cautiously looked around before stepping out of the stall.

Her eyes wary as she looked around the showers but saw no one there. She hadn't misheard the sound; she knew someone had opened the door to the girl's shower. But looking around she didn't see anything amiss until looking at her bag. Something was wrong with her things, worry instantly struck her as she went and rifled through her bag but she only found one item missing.

"My underwear's gone..." and yet her bra was still there.

In that moment her whole body froze, the warmth in the air suddenly felt very cold as dread began to seep into her mind. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest as she began to frantically search her bag in case she had buried it but every time she stopped, thought, and did another search the outcome was the same. Her underwear was still gone.

"No..." she muttered underneath her breath as her eyes darted back and forth, her hands began to shake as she wrapped her arms around herself. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

"Charla?" a hand rested on her bare shoulder causing her to jump back and look with shock only to realize that it was Sam who was looking deeply concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Sam... uh..." she closed her eyes to force herself to calm down.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt anywhere?" Sam asked when Charla didn't speak up at all, when she had entered it looked to her as if Charla was suffering a panic attack.

"I... no I'm fine, I'm not hurt but... uh..."

"Yeah?"

"My... my underwear is gone, no-no matter how many times I search my bag I can't find it. But I know I put it in my bag before I went into the shower so..."

Sam looked both dumbfounded and shocked. "Someone stole your underwear? Is your bra gone too?"

Charla merely shook her head.

Sam frowned at this, her eyes shifting for a moment before looking to Charla. "Stay here for a bit, I'll be right back okay?"

"What about your class?"