In the beginning end...
"Miss Howle, would you kindly pay attention!" a voice rang out as Melinda snapped to her own consciousness, realizing that she had been gazing off out the window. "Oh, sorry." she calmly replied as she focused down at her test paper. It all seemed like gibberish to her. She began to wonder what she had been writing down the whole time. Reading over the questions and answers, she felt like she knew all the answers confidently.
After she finished her test, she stood to go turn it in, making her way down the aisle of desks. Halfway up, she suddenly stopped as her heart began to pound hard. "What.. the.." A girl sitting next to where she was standing looked up at her with concern. "Melinda, are you okay? You don't look so good." the girl half-whispered. Melinda turned to look at her, and to her surprise, she couldn't even remember who this person was. She began to back up in fear and confusion. None of it made any sense.
The student body president stood up from the corner desk and walked over to Melinda. "Please give me your test and I will turn it in for you." she requested almost nonchalantly.
Melinda looked down at her test sheet and then back at the girl, her eyes darting back and forth. Her head began to hurt. "No... This is some sick joke..." she muttered, holding her head between her hands.
"You are obviously not feeling well. Maybe you should just turn in your test and then go to the nurse." the student body president offered, extending a hand out to her for the paper. Melinda swatted her hand away. "Stay away from me!" Melinda screamed, back up even more. None of this was right.
"What seems to be the problem?
Melinda shook her head violently and screamed out. Now all the students were staring at her, and the teacher was beginning to approach. "I won't accept this! I've done this before!! You can't fool me! I..." Melinda paused suddenly, a tear finding its way to quickly surface and slide down her cheek. "I.... I'm not... I'm dead." she muttered under her breath. "No.. I can't be dead. This can't be real. I won't let it end here!!!"
The president approached her, more stern this time. "I can help you if you like. These feelings. You can be at peace." The girl was seeming to corner her. "Liar!" Melinda shoved her back, but resulted in tripping over a chair as her body fell backwards toward the window. The glass shattered as her body seemed the smash through it. Melinda reached out but received no last-minute rescuing as her body plummeted and fell to the concrete below. The last image being the girl in the window looking down at her with the same expressionless look.
Hours later, Melinda came to, seeing only the clouds in the dark night sky. She heard a slight bit of ruckus as she turned her head from where she was sprawled out on the pavement. There she was, the student body president, engaged in heavy battle against an older looking girl. The older girl seemed to be defending a smaller boy who looked injured. Melinda could barely hold her eyes open, closing them to only listen to the sounds of clanging metal and gun shots.
When Melinda opened her eyes again, it was to the sound of the gun hitting the ground and sliding towards her. She struggled to stand as she watched the scene. The older girl was now gone with no trace and the black-haired girl drew back her hand which seemed to have some sort of glowing weapon attached to it and lunged forward to bring the boy into a hug and stabbed him through with the bladed weapon on her hand. The boy suddenly vanished in her arms as the girl turned to look at Melinda. "You are awake. And just in time. Because you are next." she spoke softly without expression as she began to approach Melinda.
In a panic, Melinda struggled to gain her balance on her feet, picking up the gun and aimed at Kazuza, the black-haired girl pausing to look at her questioningly. Melinda then pulled the trigger, shooting the student body president in the shoulder. Kazuza looked at the wound then back at Melinda. "Distortion." she spoke out and began to approach Melinda again. Melinda stared wide-eyed at Kazuza and then emptied the clip at her. The bullets seemed to deflect off her body as she approached.
"What kind.. of monster is she?" Melinda turned and ran as far as she could from her, questions filling her mind. What was this place and why was that girl making people vanish like that? What was going on and was she really dead? Melinda found a corner under some stairs in a hallway and curled up quietly, waiting it out until morning before she would try to figure anything out.
"Miss Howle, would you kindly pay attention!" a voice rang out as Melinda snapped to her own consciousness, realizing that she had been gazing off out the window. "Oh, sorry." she calmly replied as she focused down at her test paper. It all seemed like gibberish to her. She began to wonder what she had been writing down the whole time. Reading over the questions and answers, she felt like she knew all the answers confidently.
After she finished her test, she stood to go turn it in, making her way down the aisle of desks. Halfway up, she suddenly stopped as her heart began to pound hard. "What.. the.." A girl sitting next to where she was standing looked up at her with concern. "Melinda, are you okay? You don't look so good." the girl half-whispered. Melinda turned to look at her, and to her surprise, she couldn't even remember who this person was. She began to back up in fear and confusion. None of it made any sense.
The student body president stood up from the corner desk and walked over to Melinda. "Please give me your test and I will turn it in for you." she requested almost nonchalantly.
Melinda looked down at her test sheet and then back at the girl, her eyes darting back and forth. Her head began to hurt. "No... This is some sick joke..." she muttered, holding her head between her hands.
"You are obviously not feeling well. Maybe you should just turn in your test and then go to the nurse." the student body president offered, extending a hand out to her for the paper. Melinda swatted her hand away. "Stay away from me!" Melinda screamed, back up even more. None of this was right.
"What seems to be the problem?
Melinda shook her head violently and screamed out. Now all the students were staring at her, and the teacher was beginning to approach. "I won't accept this! I've done this before!! You can't fool me! I..." Melinda paused suddenly, a tear finding its way to quickly surface and slide down her cheek. "I.... I'm not... I'm dead." she muttered under her breath. "No.. I can't be dead. This can't be real. I won't let it end here!!!"
The president approached her, more stern this time. "I can help you if you like. These feelings. You can be at peace." The girl was seeming to corner her. "Liar!" Melinda shoved her back, but resulted in tripping over a chair as her body fell backwards toward the window. The glass shattered as her body seemed the smash through it. Melinda reached out but received no last-minute rescuing as her body plummeted and fell to the concrete below. The last image being the girl in the window looking down at her with the same expressionless look.
Hours later, Melinda came to, seeing only the clouds in the dark night sky. She heard a slight bit of ruckus as she turned her head from where she was sprawled out on the pavement. There she was, the student body president, engaged in heavy battle against an older looking girl. The older girl seemed to be defending a smaller boy who looked injured. Melinda could barely hold her eyes open, closing them to only listen to the sounds of clanging metal and gun shots.
When Melinda opened her eyes again, it was to the sound of the gun hitting the ground and sliding towards her. She struggled to stand as she watched the scene. The older girl was now gone with no trace and the black-haired girl drew back her hand which seemed to have some sort of glowing weapon attached to it and lunged forward to bring the boy into a hug and stabbed him through with the bladed weapon on her hand. The boy suddenly vanished in her arms as the girl turned to look at Melinda. "You are awake. And just in time. Because you are next." she spoke softly without expression as she began to approach Melinda.
In a panic, Melinda struggled to gain her balance on her feet, picking up the gun and aimed at Kazuza, the black-haired girl pausing to look at her questioningly. Melinda then pulled the trigger, shooting the student body president in the shoulder. Kazuza looked at the wound then back at Melinda. "Distortion." she spoke out and began to approach Melinda again. Melinda stared wide-eyed at Kazuza and then emptied the clip at her. The bullets seemed to deflect off her body as she approached.
"What kind.. of monster is she?" Melinda turned and ran as far as she could from her, questions filling her mind. What was this place and why was that girl making people vanish like that? What was going on and was she really dead? Melinda found a corner under some stairs in a hallway and curled up quietly, waiting it out until morning before she would try to figure anything out.
