Story: When A Bully Cries (chapter 1)

Authors: coures

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Chapter 1

Title: Prologue

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Prologue
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Wait… where am I?

I can’t see anything.

Its pitch dark.

I hear something…

A rush of slight tapping from above.

It’s… raining… right?

I’m confused.

What happened?

Why am I here in the dark?

Am I dead?

I can open and blink my eyes, but I can’t see. Maybe sooner or later they’d adjust. And they did although I still couldn’t see much of anything.

There’s no light.

I can move my fingers; feeling the cold beneath where they lie. Are these tiles?

I feel like I’m lying on something hard and cold.

Am I lying on a cold tiled floor?

My hands feel cold. My feet feel cold. My face feels cold. Every part of my body feels cold.

I felt a shiver sweep my whole body.

Is it the frigid tiles underneath me that give so much coldness?

I can feel a small puddle of something – is it water? – on the floor surrounding my body.

My hair… They’re sticking to my face. My clothes… they’re sticking to my body.

They’re wet, aren’t they?

I’m soaked to the bone…

How did I get so wet?

The chill sent another shiver though out my body and I’m starting to feel a numbness spreading on my back.

Have I been lying here so long that my back’s starting to go numb?

I heard something again…

It wasn’t the sound of rain this time nor was it the sound of the wind. It was faint, but I could still hear it. It wasn’t clear enough for me to make it out, being it muffled by the rain.

I began to move my fingers, my hands then my arms, lifting my upper body from the floor. Dizziness filled my head from this sudden movement. I sat for a while till this sudden dizzy spell faded away, then I continued to rise. My right leg bent, then my left leg. Both of my arms moved in front of my legs, starting to push the floor. My legs started to lift me up with sluggish motions. Standing up now, I felt another bout of dizziness. It didn’t last longer than the first, but it still made me pause.

My ears pricked.

I heard it again… that faint sound.

I didn’t think that I could’ve heard anything since it was raining cats and dogs, especially if it was that weak, but I’m usually, no scratch that, always wrong after thinking about such things.

Anything can happen that is beyond what human reason predicts.

A blink of light and a rumble of thunder made its way through the walls that surrounded me. The flash was but a second, but made me see a slight perspective of where I was. I was in a hall; walls on my left and right side. A window was at my back surely because the flash couldn’t have come from the framed wall across from me. Three doors lined the left side of the hall, but two only lined the right. I think I’ve seen stairs to my right side, but I’m not quite sure.

A flash came again and this time I was sure that there were stairs to my right. There were little puddles on the steps from the little I could see. The cold floor it seems were varnished wooden tiles. I was starting to figure out where I was now. Those wooden tiles were very familiar to me, especially since I’ve spent most of the two years of my life going up and down this hall.

My thoughts were disturbed by that sound again.

I couldn’t see much, but tried to follow it with the bit I’ve seen so far. I reached my arm to the left and touched a wall. I moved, feeling my way through the wall. My fingers bumped into something and I knew that it was one of the doors I saw. Pausing for a moment I listened carefully if the sound was coming from the other side. The sound was still there, but it was certainly didn’t come from this door. I let go of the wall that I’ve been using as a guide and walked blindly adjacent to another door. Once I made sure that there wasn’t any sound from there I felt my way forward again to search the whereabouts of the sound.

I felt my way through the wall until I heard the sound becoming more clearly. I was at the right side of the hall this time, but still bumped into another door. I pressed my ear to the door this time to make sure if there really was a sound coming out or not. Again there wasn’t a sound coming from inside. It was the last door on this side of the hall and crossed to the left wall again. My fingers made contact into another door, but I was sure that it didn’t come from there either. There was only one door left and that lead to a room I have come acquainted with, though I haven’t been there much since three weeks ago. I hesitated about going further, but my curiosity was much more dominant. That and I’ve finally figured out what I was doing here in the first place. Even though it wasn’t really the best time to do this, I better move on till I’ve lost all confidence and put this away for another day.

I moved forward again, feeling my way through the wall until I came to the last door. I was face to face with the door which led to a room full of memories. It was clearly where the sound came from. It was raining still, but I could make out what the sound was now. And because of that I felt another surge of hesitation. I was confused as to why there was a sound like that coming from inside of this door. Well, it may have been the TV or sounds from a radio, but I didn’t think it was since there was clearly a blackout. And it was too real to come from a TV screen or radio.

I stopped thinking and decided to find out what was happening. My hand moved its way to the doorknob and turned, not even considering of knocking (no manners much?). Pushing the door slowly, I found feeble light meeting my eyes. It was so faint that I didn’t even see it shine under the door when I was facing it. I opened the door wider and found the room embraced by its faint light from an emergency lamp. The first thing I saw was a dresser, to the side was a closet, and a desk with a computer. Then I saw a bed and there, a silhouette of a person, sitting on the floor its head buried on crossed arms on top of the sheets.

The sound, which was clearly the sound of someone crying, was emanating from the person sitting beside the bed. It’s shoulders were shaking from the sobbing and I couldn’t stop myself from knowing what it was doing here and why it was crying. Who was this? Its hair was long, so certainly it was a girl, and it was spread wildly through her shoulders. I couldn’t identify what its shade might be as it was still dark, but could certainly say that it was messed up. She had a thin frame and a little mussy clothing. I didn’t know who this was and settled to find out so I took a step forwards.

The girl may have felt my presence since she stopped crying for an instant. She raised her head and uncrossed her arms. Something caught my eye when her wrist came into view and I stood frozen.

She’s a ghost right? It couldn’t have been her. She never cries, even when all hell broke loose in her life it never seemed to be enough of a hassle for her and never, and I mean NEVER, have I seen her cry. It’s much better to think that this person is a ghost than seeing the image that was in front of me.

“Clair?” a soft voice called.

I jumped. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it as another roaring boom made its way through the walls and with that a bolt of flashing light. My eyes widened further to the sight I’ve seen.

What am I going to do now?

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