Maybe it was fate or maybe it was just bad luck. I really don't care it happened and I am over it but I will never really understand how I became so strong, so tuff, so wise and so broken. I was never really whole to begin with but I was at least a functioning adult holding her own against the stresses of society. But that's not the point is it was an average day then wham I was thrown in a death match.
It all started on a Friday, funny I still remember the day the colors my plans for the up coming weekend everything. It was beautiful day warm but not to hot rarity in Florida. I had walked to work that morning choosing to wear flip-flops and carry my heels in my purse. I went to staff meeting on the up coming testing schedule then went to my classroom and ushered in my sweat but fidgety first graders. If I had known what we would face later in the day I would have sent them all home. I would have pulled the fire alarm called in a bomb threat anything to have kept them from the on coming danger, but we did not know, I mean how the hell was I supposed to know I would die that day. I still don't even know if it made a difference but that is a story for another time.
Anyways we were having an average day we were in the middle of a vocabulary building when he entered the classroom. He or it looked just like our principle but it was most defiantly not our principle. He asked me to come with him in the hallway to have a chat. That was when the first warning bells went of in my head. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO YOU EVER LEAVE THE CHILDREN UNATTENDED. I replied "just one moment sir let me call Mrs. Cassidy to keep and eye on my class"
Principle thing smiled and said, "This will only take a second really they will be fine."
That's when the women with black eyes ran in. she leapt at the principle and stabbed him I screamed in horror and started gather my students and moving them to the back of the classroom. We had giant windows on the far wall and my goal was getting them out.
The principle I noticed then was not dead he did not even look effected.
"That tickled you little piece of hell scum" he said to the women with the black eyes, he then pulled the , well I did not really know what it was it was long and kinda cream colored, but anyways he pulled it from his chest. The "shiv" was covered it thick black goo that splattered on the carpet in thick clumps and he throw the weapon aside. He marched toward the women and opened his mouth. I was paralyzed at that moment in fear, shock, and disgust as his mouth grew so that it covered his whole face no eyes nose just one giant mouth, and he consumed the women.
He then turned to the children, I had moved trying to quietly reach the phone. That's when I jumped into motion. With every ounce of courage I ran at him scooping up the makeshift weapon on the way. I new I had to stop him. I would not let him hurt my kids or anyone else. With adrenalin pumping I stabbed him in the throat the only place on his body I new I could make a fatal blow.
That's when I died. He blewup and I did too that's how I ended up here in what I can only guess is hell.
