Don't Stand So Close To Me

I sat outside the nurse's office, back slumped against a wall. It's been close to half an hour that they've kept me locked out here. I gave up trying to get inside 20 minutes ago. There was no use in wasting my energy.

I could hear fighting and talking, I knew what was going on. Frank was beating Lucas to a pulp, and Mr. Way was allowing it. They were threatening him. Threatening that if he talked they'd come after him, and his family.

Ha, what the fuck was this? Mafia wars?

And for some reason, Lucas was stupid enough to believe them. I bet he was so freaked out, thinking we were all gangsters or something. I could hear the desperation in his cries, at this point I didn't know what to believe anymore.

Technically, weren't we criminals now? Even if only for pretend?

You can't really beat someone up and be like 'haha just kidding.'

I looked down to my watch, 8:45. Normally on this day, and at this time, I’d be watching the newest Once Upon A Time and getting ready to go to bed. My Mother was probably worried sick about me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d already filed a missing persons report or called the police.

Before I knew it, the office door unlocked and Frank stepped out.

"We're good to go." He grinned.

"What have you done?" I glared at him.

"Fixed the brat. Now get in here, we've gotta sort out the librarian dilemma." He extended a hand to help me up. I pushed it away and stood up by myself.

As I was walking into the office, Lucas walked out, brushing against my shoulder. His lip was split open and his face was bloodied and bruised. He looked me dead in the eyes for a split second with murderous intent.

Shit.

I frantically walked into the room; attempting to pretend that didn't just happen.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! How do you know he's not going to go blab to the police now?" I scowled at Mr. Way. I know how Frank is, but I figured at least Mr. Way could see the insanity of all this. He's a teacher for Christ's sake, how could he let a student be beat up like that?

"He won't. Just trust us." Mr. Way replied, pressing his fingers to his temple in a stressed manner.

"Fuck. How did all this get so messed up?" I muttered to myself.

I felt a hand smoothly running up my back. "Don't stress out. We don't need you blacking out again, we've got this covered." Frank pecked my cheek and for once, I accepted the comfort.

“Are we going to call the cops now?” I sighed, looking over to Mrs. Smith’s covered body.

“Yes, you need to go over there and roll around in some of the blood though. They’re going to find your fingerprints on her neck and body from when you went to help her.” Mr. Way replied. I shuttered, I can’t believe this was happening.

I walked over to the corpse and the large puddle of blood underneath it, dipping my hand inside and running it down my shirt. I mimicked what I had to clean off earlier on my thighs and the rest of my body. The sad thing was how much blood there was to spare. Her head had cracked open on the floor, and here I was taking advantage of it.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Smith. Please, rest in peace.” A few tears rolled down my face. This wasn’t right, not one bit. And it was finally sinking in. It was all fun and games up till this point. I kept trying to remind myself that this was an accident, a series of unfortunate events. But I was filled with fear, guilt, and remorse. Does this qualify me to go to hell?

As soon as I was finished covering myself in her blood, I kissed Mrs. Smith on the forehead and hugged her. I didn’t know the woman that well, but I still knew her and she didn’t deserve to die yet.

“Alright, where did you put the towel?” Mr. Way coughed, disrupting the moment of silence.

“It’s in my purse…” I mumbled.

“Are you ready then?” Frank now said.

“Yes.”

-

It all happened within minutes, the police arrived, I evoked a cry, Frank and Mr. Way acted as if they were in panic, a nice officer wrapped a blanket around me, and we were all asked to give statements.

“So, you were on your way home with Mr. Iero, you heard a scream, and the both of you rushed into the school, breaking a window?” One of the policemen scribbled on a note pad.

I nodded, allowing a tear to roll down my face for dramatic effect.

“Is that all? You didn’t see anyone leaving the school? What about when you left detention, did you see anyone enter?” He continued to scribble, glancing up briefly to analyze my face.

“N-No. I saw Mrs. Smith walking around and I waved hello and then-“ I choked on my fake sobs. You’re going to hell, Lana Rosenburg.

“Did she wave back? Did she appear to be in distress?” The officer now relayed his words with ease, one of his hands rubbing my back in comfort.

“Well.. no. She looked like her normal self, smiling and all.” I replied, deepening the sadness in my eyes.

“Well from the looks of it, she fell on her own and snapped her neck when her head hit the desk. If it provides any comfort, she didn’t suffer.” He furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“Thank you officer. Will that be all?” I asked, patting my eyes with the Kleenex he handed me.

“Yes, you can head home now we’ll take it from here. I don’t think you’ll be called down to the station unless we’re given a reason to look into this case further. But I don’t think it’s likely. Do you need a ride home?” He replied.

“No, thank you. Mr. Iero will drive me.” The officer nodded and turned around; joining the other policemen. At this point I felt a hand slip around my shoulders and pull me close. I looked over to see Frank, a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Ready to go?” He asked softly.

I nodded and he lead me out of the room, I waved bye to Mr. Way before we left and he smiled faintly in response.

God, I was glad I didn’t have any classes with him. After the shitstorm that just brewed over I think we’ve gotten enough of each other for an entire year. Passing each other in the hallway will never be the same, as if it wasn’t already after the panty incident.

I walked in silence next to Frank, I could tell he was deep in thought as well so there was no reason to start a very unnecessary conversation. As we stepped outside of the school he suddenly stopped, abruptly pushing me up against a stone wall.

“Frank, what ar-“ His hand darted up to my mouth, muffling the sound. My eyebrows furrowed at him.

“Shh, listen.” His face twisted into concentration.

I rolled my eyes, what kind of game was he playing now? This really wasn’t a great time.

“I couldn’t go through with it, the fuckers killed someone there was all this drama, they tied me up.” A voice spoke from around the corner of the school.

Lucas? Again? Why the fuck hasn’t he gone home yet is he an idiot?

“I’m positive. It can’t be today.” He spoke again. I squinted my eyes, trying to listen closer and make sense of the conversation. He must be on the phone because there’s no one else there, either that or he’s fucking crazy.

“How am I going to expose them without exposing myself? It’s not that fucking simple Rick.” He growled into the phone. Rick? Who the fuck was Rick?

“Well, It doesn’t matter. I think we need to pick another one, this one seems unclean.” He put emphasis on the word.

I could faintly hear Frank whispering ‘what the fuck’ under his breath. Yes, what the actual fuck, it’s what I was thinking as well.

“But why even go through the trouble? There’s plenty more to choose from. A girl like Lana won’t sell for more than 4,000 if she’s not a virgin.”

Excuse me?

Notes

hey guys <3 it's darkcloudsform
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