Turn Around...

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:13

I look down at my phone. I read, “Turn around.” I heard the footsteps right behind my back. My feet feel glued to the ground. I can’t seem to move and the cold sweat is running down my back. I turn around and I see…

A curly redheaded boy with thick glass staring at me with his pimple covered face. “Hi Garth.” I say in an exasperated voice. He cackles and jauntily walks away. A couple minutes later I hear a blood curdling scream. A fellow classmate was lying limply on the ground. I run to help but the last thing I see is a flash of curly red hair before the piercing pain of a knife through my gut.

I feel the warm blood seeping through my fingers. I see blue and red flashing lights, and a burly man dragging Garth by his ear. A medic comes over with a stretcher and starts to transfer me off the ground. All of a sudden I see a bright light. I reach for it and then everything goes dark...