story

“Yo stupid!!! Where’s your mommy?? Oh wait you don’t have one!! Hahaha”.
“Shut up…”
“What? What was that baby?? Sorry I couldn’t hear you, gosh maybe your not smart enough for us to hear… no wonder your mom decided to kill herself, I would too if I was your mom”.
“Shut up. Shut up… SHUT UP!!!! SHUT YOUR FREAKIN DIRTY MOUTH!!!!!”
“Who the hell do you think you are to tell me to shut up dork? Huh big guy? Ohh look at him his fists are clenched. What? You gonna hit me tough guy? Why don’t ya come on big guy…? Admit it you don’t have the guts… If you did your mom wouldn’t have killed herself. Let’s go boys”.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Trevor, he was 13 when he was named soul stealer. No one ever saw him or knew when he was going to strike or even if he existed until that very night.
(Flash back)
“Trevor get down from there!!! It’s dangerous!! Get down here this instance”.
“I hate you all!!! You cruel people!!! I’ll see you in hell!!!!”
Trevor was on top of the school building, on the edge screaming hating words and crying. At the time no one really cared… That is until he jumped… off… the… building.
“OH MY GOD someone call the ambulance right now!!! Everyone stay away!!! Go back to class this instance!! THATS AN ORDER” said our principal.
Trevor was the only one we talked about for the next few weeks.
“That idiot, I knew he was always strange, lucky I kept my distance to him” said Dylan the ‘cool’ one or as most of us call him, the school jerk.
Dylan was the one everyone blamed, for Trevor’s death. He wouldn’t leave Trevor alone, using Trevor’s mother as his ‘joke’. As time went by the accident started to become less and less of the gossip at school, till one day. In the middle of 4th period, a screeching scream came from the girls’ toilet. With that everybody rushed to the toilets.

It was a Thursday; rain pouring outside, water dripping onto the cold concrete floor, lights in some classrooms flickering on and off. Something was… off that day… it was the same old Thursday as like any other Thursday… but something, something about that day gave me Goosebumps and even the shivers. Walking along the corridors of the school with a blank mind, I realised that the light in the corridors were flickering…
“Damn lights,” I thought to myself…
While examining the lights someone or something flashed past my eyes…
“What the… hello?? Anyone there?” I called out.
I heard no answer. Feeling like I was being watched, I picked up my pace.
SWISH!
I felt something cold go past behind my back…
I looked back and called again “Who are you? Why are you doing this?! Leave me alone!!!”
I turned around…
I felt like my soul was being sucked away…
“AHHHHHHHHHHH”
I started bawling my eyes out.
“Oh gosh, I’m sooo sorry! Are you ok? I didn’t mean to scare you…” said Mr. Martin
I looked up and saw Mr. Martin staring back at me. I wiped my tears off my face and said its ok and kept walking towards to my classroom. Walking past the girls’ bathroom, I heard a voice… a familiar voice calling my name… chanting my name “Jane… Jane… Jane…”
I looked around me to see anyone standing there. No one…
“Jane… Jane… Jane”
I was now getting paranoid. I couldn’t resist myself from peeking into the toilet to prove to myself that it was nothing and that it was just one of the students fooling around. I peeked inside… I was hoping to find girls giggling and yelling Gotcha or something like that, but the toilets was as quite as if I have got myself in the middle of nowhere with no one around. All I could hear was dripping water and the wind howling from the outside…
“Hello?” I called…
Nothing… just the echo of my voice was all I could hear.
When I was about to walk out of the toilets I heard it… again…
“Jane… Jane… Jane…”
Getting scared I yelled, “Who was that? Show yourself this instance!”
Tears started running down my face…
The next thing I heard were the chuckling noises of mocking laughter…
“Jane, Jane, Jane… don’t worry I won’t hurt you, I’m here to play with you. Will you play with me? I am oh so lonely on the other side…”
I have heard that voice somewhere before… it was a voice I always heard but haven’t heard for a while now… Oh My God… it couldn’t be… no it was impossible… I felt cold, dark shivers running through my body as I said this word… “Trevor…”
I screamed with all my power and energy I had in my whole body. The next thing I knew was I was surrounded by teachers and students in the middle of the toilet floor.
“Are you ok?” the principal asked me.
I tried to talk but no voice came out of me… I started to sob than I started to cry hard until I forgot how to breathe…
The principal dismissed everyone and took me to her office. She gave me a cup of tea and than when I calmed down she asked me again…
“Can you tell me what happened?”
I kept quite for a while and said in a voice that even I couldn’t hear “I saw Trevor…”
The principal looked at me for a while and all she said was nothing…
I was looking down to my knee and once in a while peeked up to the principal…
Finally she asked “Jane… you do realise Trevor is no longer… here”
I looked at her as if someone just vomited on her face. I answered back “Umm… Miss I think I know Trevor is dead! I think I should know better than you. How can you even assume that I wouldn’t know MISS??? He was my BROTHER!!!!!”
I don’t know what came over me but at that moment I felt so angry towards her… I mean I was his sister… his sister… his siste…r…
Miss. Fran looked at me as if I’ve gone mad. While she was talking to me about how I wasn’t to talk to her like that and that I should show some more respect, I heard it again…
“Jane…”
I turned back… it was the wall. Miss. Fran was furious by this time. She now changed the subject on how I should listen when she was talking…
But cutting her off, I heard laughter… it was him… he came back… for me…
“Getting in trouble again Jane?”
“Who said that?”
“Who said what Jane? Jane, are you even listening to me” said Miss. Fran
“I’m sorry Miss. Fran, please go on” I replied
She looked at me as if I had the mad cow disease but did still go on.
“Guess what Jane; I thought of something fun to do… you can do it with me if you want…”
I tried to block out Trevor’s voice out of my head…
“You know you can’t hold me off forever Jane”
“Go away… leave me alone” I said in a whisper
“Here’s the deal Jane… I’ll tell you what the plan of my fun is and you can tell me if you want to join.”
I said nothing…
“Well, my plan is to…”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Miss. Fran jumped off from her seat in surprise. “I’m sorry Miss but I have to go”
I left her office before she could stop me…
“Welcome Jane, I’m glad that you chose to join me in my fun plan”
I didn’t like his plan; I actually hated his plan soo much that if I could I would kill him again. I heard his voice getting further and further…no… he was going to do it and I was to slow to stop him…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
That was Dylan’s voice…
No he got to him… Trevor got to him…
I ran to the room and saw Dylan lying there… on the floor… looking as if the devil sucked his soul out of him… on his forehead there was a letter ‘L’ on it… everyone started to arrive and I heard gasps and also some sobs… I looked back and couldn’t believe myself… Dylan’s friend, Mat had the letter ‘L’ written on his forehead… he was next and there was nothing I could do to stop him… all I could say was that Mat’s and Dylan’s soul now belonged to Trevor… who knows who would be next…
It was funny how I could see the letter but no one else could… it was actually scary…trying to survive everyday without a mental break down was impossible… but one day, and because of this day I now ended up in the mental institution, when I thought that Trevor had enough fun… he didn’t… all I can say is that Mr. Martin’s soul belongs to Trevor… But all I wanted to know was… why Mr. Martin… What did he do to deserve this from Trevor…?