Coding And Corruption
Chapter 17
The Edge Of Insanity
I stood, my hands gripping the railing tightly. My flesh digging in to the metal. I looked over the edge of the roof, down at the cold lifeless body of my substitute teacher. There was blood everywhere, surrounding her body like a great river. "What am I going to do? " I thought, shaking with trepidation. I had just killed someone! Full on murdered someone in cold blood! It was true that no one had seen me do it. But the fact of the matter was that I had done it in the first place. What was I thinking? How could I have just taken an innocent life like that?! I realized, that by committing this crime, this illegal act. I was no better than Baldi, himsellf.
In fact, this probably made me worse than he was! As far as I knew, he had never committed a crime this big. I was in deep shit, and I knew it! I needed to think of something, and fast! Then, once this was all over. Only then, would I allow myself to fully break down. Luckily, I was still in split mode. Which meant that my actual body was nowhere near the murder scene. This also meant, that my actual hands had never come in contact with her body. So luckily, there were no fingerprints. Still though, something had to be done about the body. I couldn't just leave it there. Someone was sure to discover it eventually. Then, the police would have to be involved. An investigation would take place, and fear would be struck into the hearts of the entire student body. I couldn't let that happen, the last thing I needed was for students to get suspicious, and wary of their surroundings. This would make things much more challenging for Ayano, who relied on the cover of stealth to eliminate her rivals. How exactly would she be able to be stealthy if every single student kept checking over their shoulders?
She couldn't, that's how. Something needed to be done, and fast. I ran through the school, thankful no one could see me. The fear of being caught, as well as the realization of what I had just done, locking onto my heart with a vice like grip. I had just killed someone! Actually killed someone! Someone was now dead because of my actions. I was awful, terrible, a horrible person. How had my life taken such a drastic turn for the worse? I had officially crossed over to the Darkside, and there was no going back! If I were caught, I would go to jail for a long time. Possibly even for life! I knew I couldn't get caught! I had to take care of this before things got out of hand.
At last, I reached it. The spot where Mida's body had landed. There was quite a lot of blood, which I knew I would have to clean up, to avoid any suspicion, whatsoever. First however, there was the matter of taking care of the body itself. Luckily, she didn't fall far from the old incinerator. The thing used every week to burn all of the schools trash. Ayano Had described it to me a few months back. Saying that it would be a perfect Solution for geting rid of potential evidence. I grabbed onto one of her lifeless arms, and drug her over to the incinerator. I was ever thankful that the doors to the incinerator itself were unlocked. I opened them, and with some effort, and a lot of struggling, managed to pick up The lifeless form of Mida , And place her into the fiery contraption. I closed the doors, and without a moments hesitation, flipped the switch that would send her body up and smoke.
"That's right, burn in hell! You dirty, manipulative, lecherous, perverted, pedophile." I snapped at the furnace, glaring at it intensely. Just thinking about her, was enough to refuel my anger. Fuming, I stocked towards the school once again, now after something, anything that would help me clean up the massive amounts of blood. After taking a longer time than I would have liked to find the items I needed. I managed to obtain a bucket, some hydrogen peroxide, and a mop. I filled the bucket with water from the sink in the girls bathroom, then added in a generous amount of hydrogen peroxide. I carried this concoction, along with my trusty mop back to the crime scene.
Dipping the mop in the bucket, I got to work on cleaning up the blood. The process was strenuous, it took a much longer time than I had previously thought it would. I had to be absolutely careful not to miss a spot, either. It was hard work, And I found myself having to make multiple trips to the bathroom and back, to dump the old mixture, and make a fresh batch. Finally, I was beginning to see results! I began noticing less and less blood on my mop as I cleaned. Also, the concrete was beginning to look a whole lot better. Before I knew it, the last of the blood had finally, finally been cleaned up. I made one last trip to the bathroom, to dump the last of the mixture down the toilet, as I had been doing each time the water got too bloody.
Finally, all of the major evidence had been taken care of. I returned to my body, finding myself sitting in my car in the parking lot. I decided it was time to text Ayano. It's done, she's been taken care of, was what I wrote. Excellent, may I ask, how did you do it? Did you match make her like you did Amai? No, she didn't deserve that. I pushed her off the roof. You mean, she's dead? Yes, she got exactly what she deserved. Wow, I didn't know you had it in you, Sakura. I owe you a big favor for this one. You can start by helping me figure out what to do with her purse, and her car, I texted. Don't worry, I'll take care of that. But seriously, I owe you a huge favor. Anytime you need my help with something, Outside of our usual agreement, you just let me know. I'll hold you to that, I replied, before shoving my phone into my purse, and starting up the car.
I drove, with no particular destination in mind. I knew I should probably go home, as it was getting late. But I also knew, that my parents would be working late anyway. So it wasn't like they would be worried about where I was. So I just drove. I rolled down all the windows, and took great satisfaction in the sweet April Aire blowing against the side of my face, and through my hair. I needed some time to think, to clear my head. I had just done the unthinkable. I had committed a crime against humanity! How was I supposed to live with myself now, carrying this burden of a secret on my shoulders, knowing that to reveal it to anyone, would mean instant punishment for me. How was I supposed to live a normal life, with a raging guilty conscience that would never let me forget what I had done.
"Dammit, Baldi! If your goal was to turn me into someone more sinister than you yourself, then congratulations, you've succeeded! I am officially a lesser person than you are! You said you would teach me everything I needed to know, and I guess in a way, you have! You've taught me how to live life by being sneaky, cunning, and manipulative, in order to get what I want", I screamed in my mind! I just wanted him to know that this was all his fault. Not the actual death of Mida Rana. No, for that, there was only one person to blame, me. I had killed her, therefore I would take responsibility for my actions, at least in my own mind. But I so desperately wanted my sadistic math teacher to know that if it weren't for him, none of this would've ever happened in the first place! He had taken a fragile, innocent, happy go lucky girl, and destroyed her. Twisted her, tainted her, made her heart harden and her mind go numb. Completely devoid of emotion and lacking in empathy for those around her. Now, here I was, this hollow, broken thing. A husk of who I used to be. Looking completely normal, as though absolutely nothing had changed on the outside. But nearly lifeless on the inside.
I just wanted to be free. I wanted this torment to be over! This physical, Mental, and emotional Hell to be done with! I wanted to forget everything. The things I had done, the choices I had made, the pain I went through. I wanted to start the healing process, and pick up the pieces already. But how could I be expected to start healing, when the pain was still very much there. If I tried healing from the pain now, the metaphorical Band-Aid would just be ripped off, over, and over, and over again. Every single time I was forced to be in contact with him. Every time I had to see his stupid face! I wanted this vicious cycle to be over! I wanted out! As I finally decided to start making my way home. I thought of Ayano, and what she had said. She owed me one. A big favor, she had said. Perhaps, the only way to really be free was to remove the obstacle that was standing between myself and freedom. Perhaps, this was the only way.
I pulled into the garage, hooking up my electric car to its charger. Grabbing all my stuff, I went inside the house, and upstairs to my room. I grabbed my phone from my purse, and opened up my conversation with Ayano. I thought very long and hard about what I wanted to ask her. I needed to make sure the wording was just right. Should I be simple about it? Brief, complex? I finally decided on a simple message. Hey, I know we just talked a little while ago, but I've already come up with a way for you to pay me back. A life for a life, so to speak. Since I've taken care of one of your adversaries, it's only fair that you do the same for me, by taking care of mine. It shouldn't be too hard for you, you've done this far more times than I. What I'm saying is, please. I need you to kill, Baldi Baldimore.
I was just about to press send, Sealing Baldi's, fate forever, when all the sudden, both my vision and hearing started to fade. I staggered back onto my bed, my mattress jolting backward, due to having to support so much weight so fast. My phone slipped out of my hand, landing on my carpeted floor with a soft thud. I looked up at my ceiling, as the last of my vision faded into darkness, and I along with it.