I have driver's ed and a giant project on the life of Tim Burton due.
Another update before the weekend would be a miracle.
Sorry this is short.
Read The Entity! (It's about Axel being a serial killer!)
Disclaminer: I'm about to stop disclaiming.
Chapter 28
Gasp
Gasp
Gasp
Gasp
I take a deep breath feeling tears well up in my eyes.
"HELP! Please someone help me!" I scream slapping my hand against the door. I hear crunching with every slap and my hand feels sticky. I can't see in the darkness, but I can hear something crawling in the cramped closet. My hands feel disgusting, I want to wash them.
Why me? Why?
Axel did this! I thought he forgot about the bathroom incident. He didn't say a word to me for a whole week. Things went back to normal. I was sitting in the art room with Roxas when Axel came in saying that Tifa wanted to see me at the front desk. I, being the idiot that I am, followed him down the hallway. He stopped at one of the janitors closets and pulled out a set of keys. I should have ran at that moment, but I was curious as to what he was doing. Axel opened the door and shoved me in this closet saying something about revenge.
Now I'm trapped.
I can take being trapped in a dark closet for a while.
Maybe even a cold dark closet.
But a closet with something crawling all over the walls and floor?
No, no way, I can't take this!
My ankle starts to itch. I rub my foot against it and I feel something crunching. Something is crawling on me! It's crawling up my legs! I smack my legs wildly trying to stop the crawling.
Germs!
Germs!
Germs!
They've come for me! I broke a routine! I did something wrong! Now the germs are infesting me!
I scream at the top of my lungs in pure agony. There is crawling on my arms, my back, my shoulders, my hair, my belly. I scream and slap at the crawling. My body feels sticky. My hands feel sticky. The crawling won't stop!
"HELP ME! ANYBODY….PLEASE," I scream hitting the door repeatedly. I feel more crunching on the door. My hands are going numb from punching the hard wood.
I slap my face wildly when I feel a germ crawling on my lip. My face feels sticky after the slap. I can hear buzzing in my ears.
The germs are engulfing me.
I run my body into the door.
More crunching.
More stickiness.
I slam against the door again. The shelves pushed against the wall rattle and something clangs to the floor. I can care less now.
The germs are crawling all over me! My skin is itching and twitching from the scuttling of legs. I want them off me! I feel like I can scratch the skin off my body.
I throw myself into the door again and again, screaming for help.
Nobody comes.
Nobody saves me from the awful crawling.
I'm trapped.
I sink down to the ground sobbing and slapping every inch of my body sluggishly. I'm exhausted and hurt from throwing myself into the door.
This is my Hell. I am going to be stuck in this closet until the germs crawl into my body and eat me from the inside out. Then I'm going to die and relive it over and over again in Hell.
I rock back and forth crying from fear and panic. I can feel my lungs restricting from the panic. My mind is cloudy with the need to STOP the crawling.
Oh God
Please
No
I rock against the door hitting my back against it repeatedly. I can only feel the crawling. I can't feel my back hitting the door. I can't my nails digging into my palms. I can only feel the germs crawling across my skin.
There is nothing else in the world but the crawling.
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-…" I mutter to myself as I rock against the door.
I deserve this.
I failed my routines.
I deserve the crawling.
Germs crawl across my face tickling my nose. I press my mouth shut and blow air out my nose to keep the germs from crawling up into my brain. I'm crying uncontrollably now. The germs flock around my tears to taste the saltiness.
I feel sick.
I feel gross.
The crawling won't end, it just gets worst. I'm uncontrollably itchy! I just want to die. I want this to end.
I feel the door push against me back.
I jump up and move to the back of the closet away from the door. The crawling must have infested outside too. There's nothing but the crawling! The door is going to open and the crawling is going to avalanche into the closet and crawl down my throat inside of me.
No!
No!
Light filters into the closet. I squint my eyes closed bracing myself for it to end.
"Hello?…What the?...Holy Shit!" I hear someone shout.
I slowly open my eyes to look at the figure in the doorway. It's just a black looming figure outlined in the light from the hallway. I can see the black mass of the crawling scuttling across the floor.
"I somebody there? Oh god…," the figure moves closer to me.
This is it. This is the end. The black figure is going to throw me into the crawling. I press myself back into the wall as far away from the figure as possible. I just want to be home with the colored glass and my grandma. I don't want to die. I want to live in a little room that I can organize and disinfect as much as I want. I don't want to be near the crawling.
I'm not ready for this.
I try to take in a breath, but my lungs don't want to breathe anymore.
"Its okay, son," says the dark figure reaching out to me.
The figure's hand raps around my arm. The crawling hits my senses again at full force in a cacophony of buzzing and itching.
I try to breathe one more time before my legs buckle under me and I fall into the crawling darkness.
I feel itchy.
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