“Hey!”

“Hey dude.”

I watched as people started to great each other around me. Winter break had just ended, and school begun once more. It was 7:58 am. The school was large, and the door was beside me.

“Oh my god it’s been forever!”

“Ahaha! I know right!”

The people around me giggled and hugged. While I stood completely still in front of a wall. The brick wall was freshly painted in blood, dripping into the seemingly fake grass. I screamed.

2 minutes until the bell rang.

Suddenly the wall was completely normal. And the people around me dead silent.

“What’s that guy in the white doing?”

“What the hell?”

“Weirdo.”

“His jeans are weird to! Ahahahaha!”

Everyone pushed past me and whispered. My head spun, and my legs got shaky.

“He’s probably psycho!”

“Don’t go near him.”

“What did that dumb brunette scream at?”

1 minute until the bell rang.

I stood, still staring at the wall. People kept whispering. Whispering. I couldn’t breathe. Everything around me was to loud. Everything around me was to fast. Everything was blurry.

Things felt fake and surreal, like the world wasn’t really my world. My heart beat faster. I wanted it to end. They needed to shut up. They needed to be silenced.

The people walked past, rushing to get closer to the door. Itchy to get inside, the cold winter air biting at all of our hands. Their feet hitting the ground roughly and shouting continued.

All eyes were on me.

I looked down at my rough beat up hands.

30 seconds until the bell rang.

Blood consumed my hands and arms. It was covering my shirt and legs, and a bit on my face. It smelled metallic, and it was sticky.

I looked back up to all of the people who were once there. They were all on the ground now, dead.

The bell rang.

My head continued spinning and my breathing remained heavy as I walked into the school.

Over the people.

Over the blood.

And into the silence.

The peaceful calm silence.