Cold Blood || jhs

12

I found myself wandering the school, walking quietly through the hallways, my feet creating a quiet squeaking sound against the floor.

I turned the corner and opened the door, leading to the outside of the school. I found myself standing behind the school building, in front of me were garbage containers and trash scattered all over the ground.

A burning stench tickled my nostrils as I stood still, twisting my head to look around I couldn't find anyone in sight. I quietly took a step forward, and a few more, my hands pressed to the brick wall I peeked around the corner.

I noticed you, sitting on the hard ground, lighter in one hand and a photograph in your other. You slowly brought your lighter closer to the photograph, flicking it on the flame danced at the edge of the photo, burning it, a cloud of smoke erupting from your hands.

I simply watched you, all alone, burning a photograph on school territory.

The expression you wore spoke more than enough for me, I didn't approach you, deciding it'd be best to leave you be.

So much pain etched onto your face.