Skipping Out

Written by: Spotlite



“This room has a complete lack of energy. They’re all just sitting there...staring blankly at the front of the room. Why am I here? I have to get out before I go insane! The door...the door is open. I’ll make a dash for it! The teacher isn’t looking...wait...there’s an empty desk near the door. I have to get up there.”

- after 5 minutes of almost-moving, Spotlite moves to the chair near the door -

“Ok...Alright...now sloowwllyy open the door wider. Shit! Oh good, he didn’t look. Now get up and walk out casually. Ok...ok...yes! Free! Now, where do I go? The cafe, of course!”

And with that, Spotlite headed his way down to the cafe, where all his friends had study hall this mod. Oh joy! On the way down, the infamous Mr. Clark was patrolling the halls in his patrol-ish way.

“Well, where are you supposed to be?”

“Uhh...” and with an ounce of confidence and luck, he dashed to the side and jumped off the edge of the stairs to the floor below, landing on his painfully flat feet. “Damn!” he yelled as he sprinted on sore soles through the halls.

The walls seemed to laugh at him, made him feel insecure, made him feel small. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as teachers from room to room came to the door to see what all the screaming was about, only to find “Mr. Greyhailer” stampeding through these hallways...these corridors...the corridors of Babylon...the horrible sounds of pigs being slaughtered, women wailing, and men gnashing their teeth! The sounds of cultures being massacred and ethnic cleansing ensuing! The horrible, nightmarish shrieks continued through his head, getting louder and louder until he stumbled upon a door in the fog of insanity. The nurse’s office. A welcome sight, indeed. He stumbled in and sat down as the haze of mental divergence cleared his mind. A wind of sanity swept over him and the clairvoyance of his former wisdom returned, like the warrior that returns from a battle so long.

“Can I help you?” the calm voice of the nurse asked, softly, soothingly.

“Yeah...uhm, just some Tylenol, thanks.”

“No problem, hon.”

She left to the next room and he watched as she poured two Tylenol out of the bottle and filled a cup of water for him. His mind raced with empty thoughts and horrendous sounds of innocents dying in unmentionable ways. He concentrated harder, the world around him becoming a blur...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Don’t leave me!”

“But I have to get out of here!”

“You monster! You only think of yourself!”

“Just let go of me! I have to get out of this house!!!”

“Oh my God!!”

“AAAAHHHHGGGGHHHhhgghhh...gghh...” *thud*

“NO! STAY BACK! STAY BA-” *shnnk*

“Well, that’s the last of them. I don’t think we’ll be seeing anymore of those little fuckers around here anytime soon.”

* * * * * * * * * *

What the hell was going on? Why was he hearing these voices? What was wrong with him?

“Here you go,” the nurse said cheerily, handing him his drugs and water.

“Oh, thank you.” After taking the pills, he walked outside the office and continued down the hall as the memories he had never experienced came flooding back to him.

He reached the cafe and stumbled over to the usual table his friends sat at. Suddenly, the memories were gone. He felt great! What was going on? He looked up and saw Kain with a rather large operating board, while Transmetal, Cheesy Boy, and the rest just sat by, laughing.

“Uhm...what’s so funny?”

“Well,” Kain said knowingly, “we found you collapsed outside of a bar last night, so we put a chip in your brain while you were unconscious. Apparently, our insanity control devise seems to be working. It puts random, hideous noises in your head and sometimes brings up old memories from movies and real experiences and skews them to sound like a bad nightmare. Genius, no?”

"Genius? NO! I’ve been through hell for the past 30 minutes! You’re lucky I wasn’t in class when that happened! Now, give me that knife!”

And with that, Spotlite gouged a hole in his head, pulled out the chip, and shoved it deep into Cheesy’s eye socket, who immediately after began to scream and cry like a little school girl.

The End. Bitches.