Title: Bullicide
Type: Short story
As I scurried down the hallway, I was daunted, terrified, petrified. The danger was undoubtedly and irrevocably real. Despite my eyes facing downcast, the cheerleaders cackles rang in my ears-snickering at my social status, guffawing at my lack of friends, chortling at the fact that I was failing classes and had no hope in the future for anything. Encompassing me, students whispered and watched as I passed by and if I had spun to face the other way I would have seen the restless entourage of observers in my wake. Then I saw it. It was what made me break out in cold sweat. It was what made my blood run cold. It was what made me afraid of my own shadow. Bastian. The colossal, paunchy, hostile brute… and my …show more content…
My stomach turned to ice, I was frozen on the floor and I watched with numbed horror as his merciless eyes searched..and searched…and searched. My heart palpitates as loud as bass-drums in a band, continuously and relentlessly echoing repeatedly in my ears, eventually becoming deafening. The blood drains from my face as his vicious and death-like eyes, at the moment devoid of any emotion focus on… me. My face etches into a mask of horror as he saunters towards me, the cruel smirk on his face promising a day full of misery. A prickling sensation runs up my spine, my arms blossom with goose bumps, my throat closes spastically, my knees quake, my skin grows clammy and a wave of terror wells up in my belly. I immediately swivel around and begin pacing in the opposite direction, my eyes as wide as saucers, my heart beating erratically at a mile a minute while I try to blink sweat away from my eyes. A tingle of hope tip-toes up my spine, a smile etches itself onto my face and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my body as I will myself to move faster. My eyes focus on the old wooden door, with scratches etched along the bottom half, the …show more content…
I floundered to locate the right key through my obscured vision, smashed the door open, hurried upstairs to my room flinging my bag down and shutting the door with a boisterous bang. In the silence of my room I could not hear my fellow students snickers, their taunting, their shrieks, giggles and clamour. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with air, squeezing my eyes closed in order to be oblivious to the world and yelled until the sound ricocheted of my walls and all the rage expelled out my body. Exhausted of all the spectacle that happened today, I slouched in front of my bed and thought: “It would be better to be set free from all this agony..to welcome death with open arms. Options started running through my head: committing suicide by jumping off a building, lying on railway
Type: Short story
As I scurried down the hallway, I was daunted, terrified, petrified. The danger was undoubtedly and irrevocably real. Despite my eyes facing downcast, the cheerleaders cackles rang in my ears-snickering at my social status, guffawing at my lack of friends, chortling at the fact that I was failing classes and had no hope in the future for anything. Encompassing me, students whispered and watched as I passed by and if I had spun to face the other way I would have seen the restless entourage of observers in my wake. Then I saw it. It was what made me break out in cold sweat. It was what made my blood run cold. It was what made me afraid of my own shadow. Bastian. The colossal, paunchy, hostile brute… and my …show more content…
My stomach turned to ice, I was frozen on the floor and I watched with numbed horror as his merciless eyes searched..and searched…and searched. My heart palpitates as loud as bass-drums in a band, continuously and relentlessly echoing repeatedly in my ears, eventually becoming deafening. The blood drains from my face as his vicious and death-like eyes, at the moment devoid of any emotion focus on… me. My face etches into a mask of horror as he saunters towards me, the cruel smirk on his face promising a day full of misery. A prickling sensation runs up my spine, my arms blossom with goose bumps, my throat closes spastically, my knees quake, my skin grows clammy and a wave of terror wells up in my belly. I immediately swivel around and begin pacing in the opposite direction, my eyes as wide as saucers, my heart beating erratically at a mile a minute while I try to blink sweat away from my eyes. A tingle of hope tip-toes up my spine, a smile etches itself onto my face and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my body as I will myself to move faster. My eyes focus on the old wooden door, with scratches etched along the bottom half, the …show more content…
I floundered to locate the right key through my obscured vision, smashed the door open, hurried upstairs to my room flinging my bag down and shutting the door with a boisterous bang. In the silence of my room I could not hear my fellow students snickers, their taunting, their shrieks, giggles and clamour. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with air, squeezing my eyes closed in order to be oblivious to the world and yelled until the sound ricocheted of my walls and all the rage expelled out my body. Exhausted of all the spectacle that happened today, I slouched in front of my bed and thought: “It would be better to be set free from all this agony..to welcome death with open arms. Options started running through my head: committing suicide by jumping off a building, lying on railway