I woke up with a jolt.
What the fuck? Where am I? Why it smell like mothballs?
How I get in here? What-
My memory started to slowly come back.
Daniel. That nigga dead when I see his ass. Fuck a windmill, I'm going full on wind turbine on his ass.
I stood up. Fuck, it's dark.
I grabbed my phone, trying to turn it on. It wouldn't. Damn.
"He better not had broke my shit." I muttered.
I thought for a minute.
Fuck it.
I backed up as far as I could, and ran straight for the door.
I was almost there, before the door came flying open, Symere standing in the doorway. "Stoke-oh!"
I slammed into his small frame, sending him flying. His little body slid across the hallway.
"Oh shit!" I scram over to him.
He was hunched over, clutching his stomach. His glasses were across the floor.
"Ow. Why did you do that?" He squeaked.
"I'm sorry! I was aiming for the door." I picked him up.
"Why ain't you slow down then?" He asked rubbing his neck.
"Oops." I walked over and picked up his glasses.
"Jesus Chri-" he barely finished the sentence before he coughed.
"Oh, did I break something?" I held him out in front of me to examine him.
"No. I just can't say that name. My dad hates it." He jumped down out of my arms.
"What you mean-"
"Come on! You're gonna miss it!" He started to drag me by my hand.
"Miss what? Where the other boys at? Oh fuck, where is Daniel?!"
"I'm taking you there now. Jahseh said to come get you, he doesn't want you to miss this!"
"Miss what?" I asked.
"You'll see." He grinned.
As we walked down the hallway, I noticed that the lights would flicker anytime we walked under them. Symere didn't say anything.
What the fuck?
We were apparently going to the bathrooms. I could hear noise coming from the girls room.
"What is that?" I asked after I heard what sounded like a scream.
"Look!" Symere pointed at the bathroom door. Something balck was oosing down the too of the door.
"What the fuck?! Did y'all flood this shit?! Wh-"
The door swung open, and Symere pushed me inside.
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It was dark. At least until I flicked a light switch. All of the boys were there. Most of them were cowered over in the corner.
Patrick and Tyler were just standing in the middle of the floor, phones in hand.
Who gave them lil niggas phones? Ain't they like, seven?
"Pokeley! You made it!" Diego ran up to me and hugged my leg.
"Yeah, Stokes." Jahseh yanked Diego away from my leg, and took his place.
"Don't worry baby cakes, I'm taking care of that nigga Daniel." He grinned.
"Taking care? Look, I don't like Daniel that much either, but he ain't finna die or nothing? Cause I'm the oldest here after him and I'll be responsible for his death. I don't want to get my booty played with."
"Must be nice to get your booty played with." Jarad sighed.
"Nigga what?" Tay asked.
"One of you little dick suckers come help me! I'll give you a kiss if you do!" I heard Daniel scream from one of the stalls.
I walked over to the stall, trying to open it. I took a step back when that black shit started to coat my fingers.
"What the-"
"Don't touch Jimmy, Stokeley! He loves big boys!" Symere yanked me back.
"Jimmy?! As in that spirit nigga you let loose? You let a spirit loose in the bathroom for real?!" I screamed.
The area that the black stuff was covering my fingers started to tingle.
"Sy!" I screehed.
I hurried over to the sink and washed it off.
"Yo, it's starting to burn my legs! Open the fucking stall!"
"No, fuck you! You tried to get some of Micheal's albino and reptilian booty!" Jordan said.
"Y'all stop playing, open the door Symere!" I yelled.
"Fine!" He yelled.
"Jim, chill. Let him go." He cooed.
The stall door swung ooen. Suddenly, some middle aged nigga with a whole ass beard appeared with his hands around Daniel's neck. "You sure lil man? Yo dad is telling me to keep going."
I jumped back, Jahseh squeezed my thigh. "It's cool."
"What the fuck you mean cool?! Do y'all not see this fake ass Coolie looking ass nigga?!" I gestured to the random man.
"Who that fuck is Coolie?" The man asked, letting go of Daniel.
Symere out a hand out and closed his eyes. "I release you. Return back to your rightful leader, serve Hades."
The man groaned. "Fine. Call me if you need me to do anything else. And come visit us, your dad misses you."
He sunk to the ground. Like literally seeped through the fucking floor.
I passed out.
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"Stokes! Wake up!" I felt a pair of cold fingers on my cheeks.
"Come on sugar, don't make me have to kiss you awake. Or wait, don't wake up."
I opened my eyes. "What?"
"Damn it! I should have just did it when I had the chance." Jahseh cursed.
"Wait no, close your eyes. Let me kiss you and wake you up like a Disney princess!" Jahseh covered my eyelids.
I slapped his hand away.
"Aww." He pouted, standing up.
"What's going on? Where am I? Daniel, is he okay? Symere is a fucking demon!"
"What are you talking about?" Jahseh asked.
"Wait, where are we?"
"The hallway? I found you in the hall closet." He brushed a hand over my forhead. "Are you sick?"
"I'm fine. Just had a weird dream. Must have been the chemicals. Where is everyone?"
He giggled. "Outside playing. Daniel is watching us."
"Daniel?!" I shot up.
"His ass is dead!" I shouted.
"Why? He was watching us after Jordan threw a shoe at the back of your head." Jahseh explained.
I paused. "Wait, Jordan did what? How'd I end up in the closet?"
Jahseh sighed. "Gazzy thought that you had died so we put you in the closet. But then I got you out because I heard you screaming while I was coming back from the bathroom."
"So y'all just said 'fuck it' and threw my body in the closet?"
"Correction, they told me, Diego, Nick, and Patrick that you had left to go get Geneva." He said, walking over to the back door.
I put my hands in my hips. "Ain't that some shit?"
-JADA