Creeping Madness

Angel screams again at the sight, it was Cassy's body in there. Her lips sewed together like two pieces of fabric and her body covered with a limp piece of clothing that seemed to resemble our school uniforms, there was so much blood and knife marks I'm surprised that your kept together so well. I want to scream but fear fills my lungs, refusing to let me breathe. After a while the smell gets to me, dry blood and a rotting body don't mix well making me want to vomit. As I look at Cassy closer her eyes twitch and her fingers begin to move. She opens her eyes and screams, holding her arms out for help while grabbing me in the process.

I wake up, sweat rushing out of me in waves and my heart running circles inside of my chest. I check the time on my alarm clock, it was 2:34 in the morning and still pitch black out side. I look around my room hoping that someone was there to calm me down but there was no one. I've been having these dreams for a month now and going into that class every 6th period wasn't helping my case. It came to a point where me and Angel would flinch everytime Mr. Smith called on us to answer, are voices shaking vigorously with fear hoping that he'd move on.

We have no idea what happened after week 3 because after that, the smell was gone and the closest was free of its chains but Mr. Smith still found himself in front of the classroom, teaching regularly, like as if nothing was ever there. Some think it's just the janitor actually getting to his job but we know what we saw and my mind ain't planning on forgetting it. It was the last day of winter break, I had forgotten to get any work done and since I'm up I might as well start. I open up my history book, flipping through pages searching for a clean one but all I get are drawings after drawings. They're all of her, her body bloody and shredded, her neck bruised and swollen, her lips sewn and faded and her hair matted and limp. It terrified me to see them but it was what I saw, when mom asked me that night why I came home so late I couldn't truly answer so I made up a lie, only to have her flash into my head.

'I can't sleep' Angel thought as she tossed and turned. It has been a month since she had been in front of that poor girls body but it only felt like yesterday. She looked at her closet, half scared of what she might find and also half worried of what might be hiding behind her coats and jackets. It hasn't been the same since, class in history is a terrifying eternity, dreams now become nightmarish and closets look unapproachable. "What did happen to her though and why? "Angel says out loud, but no one answers. She turns towards the window, pondering about....her, about Cassy.