( Hey guys, one day I found myself bored and decided to make a fanfiction for Corpse Party of my own. I am already making a CYOA fanfic of CP with a friend, and have another off and on fanfic with an internet friend too, so I decided. Why not make my own? This ones about a class from Uomu Hato Academy who did the charm together. Each chapter focuses on different classmates and their troubles inside the school. I'll try to make it as good as I can, have fun reading! :) )

Just Around the Corner

Chapter 1

There wasn't a drop of water in this hellhole of a place, every last one of the taps in the bathrooms upstairs ceased to function. Whether it was the creased blood smeared across it or a dried out water supply was beyond my grasp of understanding.

It had been ages since I had last seen my friend Ayako, we were separated in an impending earthquake on either side of the school, and each path leading to her whereabouts was sunken to the depths of its bottomless openings. I'd take it she went down with the rubble never to be seen by her dear old friend again, me.

I had been resting for hours near-by Class 4-B without a trickle of hope. Yet despite the countless messages littering the walls repeating themselves over and over that to lose hope would be the end, and those that did would succumb to the death of one's own soul, mine had not a glimpse of depression. Perhaps… perhaps I was different.

Those countless hours of mourning, wishing that my friends would by magic appear before me and we would all disappear from this haunted terror were long behind me.

I rose from the floorboards, the frigid air swept around my body, relieving me. I had always been one of those people who enjoyed those icy winters under the shade of my tarp, which lay behind our house as a getaway of fun in my family for those times we became lonesome or bored. Those were special times I held dear to my heart.

Others always told me I was the black sheep of the entire world, that the things I did were worthless, and that the aspirations I revelled to deem true were pathetic excuses to better my life. All the more reason to join the class in a charm, and to show them I was far from what they thought.

Who knew that they were right, fate separated me from the only one I shared my feelings with, Ayako. She had always been the motherly type and listened to the class day in and day out about their issues. However one day she became annoyed by the constant gabbling to her that she almost blew up, I stepped in to protect her from the others, from that day on we became friends, best friends.

But that too was history…

There was no comfort left, I felt drained of my essence. But I had to move on.

The doors on either side of the hallway were all but locked, I had entered one before. But the events I came across were utterly disturbing. I was of a different kind though and re-entered that same room.

I was startled. The corpse and its blood that had gushed across the room had entirely vanished. Who in the right mind would clean that mess up? Perhaps a necrophile, or even more so an angry spirit, but it would sure take a while… Though I had rested for several hours…

I returned to the halls of the spirits, and Its numerous holes within. Rain gushed down from above outside. When I had travelled with Ayako we attempted to escape the school, but not a door nor a window nor the entrance would budge to accompany us. I was trapped in here and that everlasting rain made my throat seem as parched as ever.

The sets of stairs crawled upwards towards the dim lighted upper floor as I turned the corner. Blood plastered across the railings and the stairs creaked almost as if in rhythm to a song.

As I reached the top a scream could be heard from a while away. It was Sarashi Choukou a fellow class member of mine who held the top-most record in gym class. His scream melting my ear drums as I rushed to find him.

"CHOUKOU! NononononoNOOOO!" The voice of Kaoru Kumiko filled the empty hallways; I narrowly avoided plunging into one of the abyssal holes as I jolted downwards. Suddenly I felt more alive than ever, I was no longer alone. But that's where the voices stopped, like some sick trick played by a few immature teens. The voices just stopped.

I stood there for some time before coming to my senses, and tried turning the corner to Class 1-A where I was ambushed by an earthquake and separated from Ayako. Sure enough she wasn't there.

I felt a few tears roll down my face as I began to sit back down. My only lead was a scam of some sorts; I had lost my will to live.

"WHAT IS THIS TREACHERY?" The first words that escaped my mouth in a long time. I began to blurt out all my feelings of my life, and realized how alone I really felt throughout, even when I was surrounded by others. I wanted Ayako back so much; I would do anything for her by now. She was my only friend.

I realized how puny I was in this school, that my determination was nothing but subconscious lies to keep me out of a rut, of course it never did help. It had never worked.

Why did I even exist if my fate lead me to this? Why do I have such powerful feelings if I can't even control them? My mind was such a host towards these bare and bizarre ideas I hadn't even realized I had passed out from all my drama.

When I came to, the walls were covered with a thick substance, the floor was sticky and ripe with crimson, I felt my face and I could feel muscle jutting out from my jaw. Blood was literally pouring out of my eyes, my mouth, my nose.

I felt a scream tear out my throat "NOOOOOOO!"A terrible scream that worsened my deep injuries. My legs, torso, clothes, neck, and my feet were submerged in at least an inch thick of putrid deep blood, MY BLOOD.

How could this have happened? How am I not dead? Who did this to me? I became aware of how much it hurt. The aching pain that flashed through my body, it was unbearable torture.

I vomited, feeling it climb up my body at a rapid pace and up my esophagus, but it didn't come out. My blood-clogged mouth prevented it, it became lodged there. I couldn't breathe; I tried releasing it with my limp hands, but couldn't apply enough pressure. My body slumped to the ground to see the repugnance.

Lying just ahead of me was a lifeless corpse, Ayako's. Her slender velvety hair drooping downwards and her eyes gouged out. Blood and innards were littered around her like sick decorations, but yet…. There was nothing I could do, my breathing slowed exceptionally and as my head ceased to revolt, a message blurred into clear view engraved into the… dirt?

"Enjoy your gift, TSUKIKO."

( Welll anyways, I hope you enjoyed the read. I'm liking it so far, so I hope you guys are too! :) Expect to see MANY more classmates soon. Later. )