Half Mad (Sequel to Half Bad)

Chapter 7

(you are supposed to be confused during this story. it all comes together in the end, but this is the plot. please do not hate on it. I'm sorry if you all don't enjoy it, but that is my plot. please respect it, and I thank all of you so much for reading x)

✖ Chapter 7 ✖

        THE ROOM WAS silent, a dull echo of water dripping sounding through her ears. She squirmed, rolled over, and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She was dreaming, and yet it wasn't a peaceful dream but a nightmare. A slumber full of revolving death and chaos that she caused.

        As if the thought had collided within her, she shot up as she tried to catch her breath, clutching a hand to her chest. Her eyes moved quickly around the dim room, stony and cold. She could see her breath fog in front of her, chills pricked her arms, and she stood quickly and ran to the door, tugging at the handle.

        Locked.

        Fear coursed through her and she begged for the door to open, pulled the handle harder until it snapped off from her strength. She gaped at it, knowing that it would have been impossible to do and yet she had done it. Shaking away the thought, she darted out the door and ran to the left, not caring to glance to the right. She was following instinct, though she glanced over her shoulder anyways. 

        She wished she hadn't.

        Six men in armor with weaponry were following her, there shoots clacking against the cement and it was then she realized she was bare foot. She ignored the chill in her feet and continued to run, faster. She needed to get away. She had to get away.

        But she heard them pick up speed, and then one had jumped on her, knocking them both to the ground. She struggled, panic overwhelming her as she kicked and screamed and punched. Her fist made contact with his jaw, but he didn't budge, didn't climb off of her. Instead he started raising his sword, the tip pointed at her chest.

        "Please," she whispered, water welling in her eyes.

        No emotion whatsoever. His gaze was hollowed, utterly vacant of whatever he might have been feeling if he were totally himself. He didn't even flinch as he began to bring the sword down to the girl's body, right where her heart would be.

        "No!" she yelled, fear and anger and confusion dripping from her tone and the man was being slung off of her, crashing into the wall opposite of where they had toppled over. 

        And then she was outraged, getting to her feet and facing the other five men that gaped at her. She rose her hands, causing them to rise simultaneously. A part of her was repeating how wrong this was, but she felt ignited, empowered. She rose them higher.

        You don't want to hurt them. 

     She squeezed her eyes shut, losing her concentration. She didn't want to hurt them. She couldn't. It wasn't her. This wasn't her.

        She heard their bodies fall and she fell to her knees, tears escaping her eyes from being afraid of herself. From being confused and panicked. She didn't understand it. She didn't know what was happening. All she knew was there was a pit in her stomach yearning her to kill. To destroy anything that threatened her or got in her way.

        Wiping under her eyes in frustration, she lifted her head and scrambled back. She wasn't in the hallway anymore. She was in an office, lying on the floor in front of a desk where a frail woman sat, a sly smile on her lips.