Help.



Help. Somebody



….anybody….



He’s gonna…



There were many things Remi was uncertain about. He often wondered if there were life forms that lived in other galaxies, if he could lift a car in dire situations, or if his Chemistry teacher was actually a man. As of recently, he had been uncertain about more grave ideas, but ones he had little to no time to think about. If the night he was kidnapped really happened or if it had been a dream, if his plan of escape would really work, and the last thing he felt the most uncertain about, what scared him the most, was the uncertainty of dieing. If it was one thing he felt sure about, it was that once he hit the ground, right after those long minutes were he felt fingers digging inside his body and heard the wet gnashing of teeth, that he was dead. That once his eyes started to close, and the world turned black, that he wouldn’t be waking up again. He was too far-gone, but at that point, dieing was a sweet salvation to enduring any longer.

It was why waking took him by surprise.

He breathed out, and he looked up into a black room. It was the same room as before, but it was quite now. Orange eyes looked about, and he didn’t see the horrible image of the girl student who stole his life (and various innards). In fact, looking down, he saw he wasn’t even open at all, but had a small back clinging to the torn fabric of his shirt. It was looking at him, and he looked back, before he lifted a arm and hit it across the room as hard as he could. Remi watched it fling into the shadows before delighting in hearing a hard thwack.

Flexing his cold fingers, he sat up and touched his exposed stomach. It was whole, but the skin was scarred up, caked in dried blood and the tissue that healed there was sickly wrinkled and dark. Touching his stomach, he sat up and felt his shirt stick and peel itself from the dried puddle around him. He had died. The evidence was all around him, but he was sitting up and blinking. What was going on?!

If he was trying to find answers, he wasn’t going to find any here. Aside from a few bats who had decided to stay clinging above, the room was devoid of company. No demented girl. No pink-haired boy. He was alone, but looking back, the previous company hadn’t helped him live at all, and he wasn’t looking for a repeat.

It was hard to rise, and it took several times to do so before he could get up on his feet. He clutched his scarred stomach, not only from the cold, but from the hollowness. Maybe he really didn’t have all his organs. He couldn’t believe he endured that much in a nightmare, and he wouldn’t be standing here otherwise. Maybe that’s why he felt empty, cold, and this is what really made him give a grin. Hungry.

“Empty stomach.” He croaked, touching his throat in pain. It still hurt a bit, and his voice came off as rough and grainy. Rubbing his fingers across, he felt it was coarse against his fingers, and there was the thick taste of old pennies in his mouth.

On stiff legs, he was able to see that the window had been torn open, and as he walked, his feet touched bits of shattered glass. A little pain like that hardly mattered after being chewed on. Even after it all, stepping out and feeling cool grass under his feet, the cool breeze of a warm night, and the stars above, it really felt as if he was brought back to life.

Whatever happened, it was behind him. He could go back to school, take a shower, and fresh and clean, he could curl under the covers of his own bed. He wanted to feel safe again. Normal. Most importantly, he wanted to forget, even if he knew he couldn’t.

Stepping out, he sluggishly made his way back in the direction of where he believed the school would be, images of getting back to the hum-drum of teenage life singing like a holy choir inside of his mind.

But…wait just a moment.

Was that smoke he smelled?