One Way Out
You decided that it wasn't safe to go to the cafeteria. It would attract the murderers and you don't even know if John's one of them. You walked away from the classroom and decided to enter another one, away from the horrors behind you. If you hid here for long enough, this will all go away and everything will be fine. It's just a bad dream, it's just a bad dream.
As soon as you step foot in the classroom, you felt someone grab the collar of your shirt and throw you against the wall. Swirly black circles clouded your field of vision. As it clears, you see John standing above you, smiling a feral smile. His fists came at you and you were 70% sure that something was broken. You felt a punch to your ribs and heard a sickening crack. You heard laughter accompany the pain that was just registering in your brain.
"Just kill me already," you managed to croak.
John laughed, "I'm not letting you go that easy. You should've obeyed my instructions." John's fist impacted with your stomach again and you instinctively curl up into a ball. The pain was intolerable. You just prayed for it to end soon and you felt the pain grow more distant with each punch.
Sometimes you had lapses in your unconsciousness. At one particular lapse, John wasn't there anymore. You try to get up, but your hands slip on the tile, wet with your blood. Everything goes black again.
After who knows how long, you regain consciousness to find Jonathan pointing a gun at you. "I suppose I should just put you out of your misery," he said conversationally, "but that would be too nice. I'm sure you would love that. You know what, I'm not going to do it. I'll just let you bleed to death. I don't really care. I woke you up just for you to hear this. Well, I'm sorry to bother you."
As soon as you step foot in the classroom, you felt someone grab the collar of your shirt and throw you against the wall. Swirly black circles clouded your field of vision. As it clears, you see John standing above you, smiling a feral smile. His fists came at you and you were 70% sure that something was broken. You felt a punch to your ribs and heard a sickening crack. You heard laughter accompany the pain that was just registering in your brain.
"Just kill me already," you managed to croak.
John laughed, "I'm not letting you go that easy. You should've obeyed my instructions." John's fist impacted with your stomach again and you instinctively curl up into a ball. The pain was intolerable. You just prayed for it to end soon and you felt the pain grow more distant with each punch.
Sometimes you had lapses in your unconsciousness. At one particular lapse, John wasn't there anymore. You try to get up, but your hands slip on the tile, wet with your blood. Everything goes black again.
After who knows how long, you regain consciousness to find Jonathan pointing a gun at you. "I suppose I should just put you out of your misery," he said conversationally, "but that would be too nice. I'm sure you would love that. You know what, I'm not going to do it. I'll just let you bleed to death. I don't really care. I woke you up just for you to hear this. Well, I'm sorry to bother you."
