He was sitting in a place he never thought he'd be. The principal had given him detention for something he never thought he'd do. He had never gotten detention before. He himself had almost no clue what had happened. She had been talking to him, just being friendly. Then the other voice had started. This voice had hatred in it, nothing but cold malice. It made him feel angry, and the next thing he knew, he had hit her, straight in the mouth. She began to cry, and her sisters yelled at him, and his brothers yelled at him, and he felt like screaming until his voice left him, but of course he couldn't.
So here he sat, staring at the shelves of the library where his detention was taking place. Through his eyes, all color had left the room, and there was nothing but grey. And the voice came again, striking his ears in hushed tones.
Why did you do it?
Leave me alone.
Why did you do it? I thought she was your friend, your crush.
Go away!
You are pathetic. You cannot stop me from being here.
Stop! Shut up!
Why do you do such foolish things? Do you not know the difference from right and wrong?
S-shut up! You make no sense!
You have no right to understand. Understanding is something that you will never have.
Leave me alone!
He closed his eyes tight and pressed his hands against his ears. He tried to shut the voice out, but it echoed in his ears, that cool laughter resounding again and again. In the darkness of his closed eyes, he could see two pinpricks of red. They gleamed with hatred, and began to drip down into crimson scratches. Red dripped from those scratches, dripped into his own eyes, and it burned his face oh so badly. The red dripped into his mouth, and he could taste metal, and he spat, but the taste remained.
He flung open his eyes, but instead of the library he only saw red, crimson shelves and staring faces. The faces all had red eyes and grinning mouths. They reached out to him, and their arms were bloody and decaying. They opened their mouths, and shadows dripped from them, charcoal figures blending with the red. He opened his mouth to scream, but the red flowed in, and the shadows flowed in, and grey sludge filled his mouth.
He was suffocating…
He needed air…
And laughter rang in his ears.