The Sixth Sense Defies
Disclaimer: I do not own this movie and I am not the director. I am just a fanfictioner.
Cole kept his eyes closed tightly, doing his best to ignore the brutal scene of a spirit in front of him. To those around him in the cafeteria that where actually paying attention to him, he probably appeared to be in pain. The spirit was on it's stomach on the ground. One leg and one arm gutwrenchingly twisted and bent behind her. She was using her uninjured arm to drag herself toward Cole. Pieces of glass where jutting from her back that had been forced through her from the front.
Cole felt a scratching sensation on his shoe. He gasped as he pulled his feet up into the chair, his knees to his chest. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and a female voice quizzicly call out his name.
"Cole? Are you okay?"
Cole jumped and looked up into the face of one of the loner girls who where nice to him.
" Yea. Sorry, I gotta go..." Cole stood up quickly, avoiding the space beneath the table. He ran off, his bag trailing loosely behind him.
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