The Final Countdown

Chapter Two

 

The Final Countdown

 

1 Hour and 37 minutes until it is all going to be over. Lunch wasn’t all that bad. Of course no one glanced or even apologised to me but that was better, it meant I didn’t have to put on fake gratitude.

1 hour 35 minutes. Shoot, I’m late, again, oh well, who really cares now I thought to myself. So taking my time I leisurely strolled towards my last lesson, maths. My favourite lesson, but I don’t suppose that really matters now.

1 hour 31 minutes. I’m finally in lesson, who really cares that I’m late?

1 hour 30 minutes. Why is it that when you’re looking forward to something time seems to go extra slow? Ok, a bit weird that I’m looking forward to my own death, but oh well!

1 hour 28 minutes. Mr Banner is droning on but for once I can’t seem to grasp what he’s saying. So, getting bored, I decided to examine the last room, the last people, I would ever see in this school. So I lifted my head from the text book and glanced up. I nearly jumped out of my seat in shock when I encountered his basilisk glare!

Alex Langley.  The most beautiful boy, well, ever! It wasn’t his looks so much- though they were outstanding-more himself. Everything about him seemed to glow in a beautiful light. A light so warm, so welcoming, I almost felt liked. Not that he had ever talked or even glanced at me. All this is true but he was never nasty. He never stopped the likes of Rose Clark- who coincidently is his girlfriend- but he never joined in.

So for this reason I had often observed him, and what I found out was… well there’s no other word for it, fascinating! Even from a young age I had been unusually perceptive. I could read those feelings that people tried desperately to hide and went unnoticed by everyone else. In his startling green eyes I often found a well disguised resentment. Resentment for what, his company? I also found distaste and very often boredom. When he was around his mates he was lively and bubbly but as soon as their attention differed I would find at least one of these emotions in his eyes.

So imagine my shock at finding him holding a look of such hatred it tore what little of me the suicide plan had salvaged to shreds. A shiver ran through me when I remembered what his look reminded me of. It was a look that a predator would give its prey…

1 hour 24 minutes. Why wouldn’t he stop staring? Any normal person would at least duck their head at being caught. But him? No. He just carried on… glaring at me and every time I glanced up I felt the image of his beautiful nature shatter in my mind and reveal the dark and deadly creature which hid behind it! I have never in all my years of being hated been looked at in such a lethal way. I felt unsafe to be in his presence. His eyes, that always used to seem like the points of reason; the stars that showed you the way even on the darkest of nights, were now full of such hatred that it fulfilled the saying ‘ if looks could kill.’ And I have a terrible feeling that, that’s what’s he’s fantasizing of doing! 

1 hour 2 minutes. He still isn’t stopping. It seems stupid to be thinking about a puny thing like another hater I mean join the queue what I really should be concentrating on is a way to end the pain that this caused me.

56 minutes. Hanging? No I don’t like the thought of having a noose tied around my neck. Suffocating takes way to long!  Gun? Fat chance of getting hold of one of them in 55 minutes! Drowning? NO! Fire? Definitely not as I very well know I hate heat, but what else is there?

 46 minutes. I’ve got it! Pills; painless, non claustrophobic, no heat, no suffocating and easily accessible. It’s like a suiciders dream!

43 minutes. It’s time!

39 minutes. Finally the mini bus is moving! Jeez I forgot how slow this thing is seeing as they keep forgetting me! With a jolt I realised what it reminded me of. Sitting in this mini bus is like my own personal trip down the river Hades!

 

35 minutes. Dum de dum….

 WHAT THE HE-.

Ouch. My head! Where a-. Oh my god, NO!                                    “Mummy, mummy, I want my mummy!” the husky plea was barely distinguishable I’m surprised I could even hear it but for some reason my ears seemed to latch onto it but, not before my eyes could register what surrounded me.  Complete devastation. There’s no other word for it. What little was left of the windows splattered in blood, like wise with the chairs, the smell of death intoxicating my mind. Dust swirling everywhere in mystical clouds rendering me blind. So I have no idea how I found her but before I knew it she was in my arms.

Sapphire; A five year old girl, Tiny and fragile in my arms. Half her face scraped away maiming her for life. With one eyelid torn away, her childlike innocence was discarded. Bones sticking out of every surface and her tiny features contorted in pain, sobbing for her mum, but of course like everyone in this van she didn’t have one.

I can’t remember what happened. All my memory was conjuring up was the loudest most deafening bang I’ve ever heard, and then nothing, nothing but little Sapphire’s cries.

Holding her little doll like body her baby blue eyes met my own brown with the look of most sincere plea, but what could I do? I’m only a helpless little girl myself, who wanted nothing but for someone to hold her . Her perfect pink trembling lips formed the word ‘mum’ but no sound came out I could feel her giving up the fight.                                                          “ No, please, hold on baby..” I cried but every second I felt her body lighten and her face grow more distant. She met my eyes for one last time and I watched as the colour left them…

If a few words were all it took for me to fall apart this certainly blew it back in. Just at the time a needed to be an empty shell; the emotions blasted into me, making me collapse and join yet another body on this death scattered floor.

 

I was right about this minivan being like a boat to Hades, but it wasn’t for me.  It felt like a knife had been torn down me, my organs spilling out. My lungs not accepting the air my throat tried desperately to force down. Black spots appeared before my eyes. The spirits of my fellow passengers come to take me ‘on’. Oh dear Lord, let it be the spirits…

Author's Note

it will cheer up... just might take a while :L