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Blood on the Walls

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  Nobody missed her. Nobody even realized she was gone. One day the seat at the back of the class was taken, the next it wasn’t. Never again, was the one seat filled. Never was she remembered by any classmates, nor were their friends to hold her memory. Even her own family acted as though they’ve only had their own daughter… And as though that one daughter never had an older sister.


  It terrified the whole school that day. Nobody yet knew, nobody was told, but suspicion began to rise that something had happened. Most of those thoughts and fears were confirmed with the assembly that day. By the end of lunch, when everyone had finished eating, the teachers stepped forward. The principal gathered their attention with his booming voice, telling them what a nice day it’s been, but slowly getting into the “but, bad things happen” kind of speech. All the students in the room knew what this was about, and yet every single person acted as though this was a surprise as if to deal with their shock. After a few minutes of the normal introduction, the words were finally said and the memories of that morning were glued in each person’s mind.
  “As many of you know, this morning the name of ‘Jane Allen’ was painted above her locker. When the janitors began to clean it up, we’ve learned that this was not just vandalism, but…” His voice trailed off trying to avoid saying anything too blunt. He stood up straighter and his voice became stern as he went to his point. “A police investigation has started. Her name was written in blood, and she was found this morning dead in her home - suicide.” A quick pause, and then he continued. “Police will be coming around to each class and you expect to possibly be questioned. We do not know if the blood was hers or the one who vandalized.” He left it at that, not wanting to get into punishment due to the serious circumstances.
  The teachers bowed their heads to hide their saddened emotion as they followed the principal out of the room. Once they were all filed out, the lunch staff let the students go. The rest of the day was rather normal except for that feeling in the air of unknowing and the police guarding the classes and the halls.

  It was barely a week later, when everything was beginning to seem normal again. Beginning to, that is. Once again, as students walked into the building after a nice weekend to forget, there it was. A deep red color painted the letters above another locker. ‘Amiel Henderson’, the best friend of the last victim, Jane. The paint was fresh, and every student had no doubt in their mind of what it was - blood. The scent filled the entire school, and the red liquid had seeped into the back of some lockers.
  The police immediately questioned the few students whose lockers were around the area. The one thing that stood out to them was how she was connected to the last victim, and how the writer had used her nickname ‘Amiel’ rather than her full name, ‘Amelia’. Because of this, the police in the school became more strict over the students for two reasons: First of all, it was suspected that it was a student who was writing these and secondly to make sure there wouldn’t be more victims.
  With this second occurrence, there was even a note found in her home - unlike the first. In summary, it read about how she couldn’t live without her best friend or the mystery of who had written the name. She apologized for her actions and said they hoped they found who had done it, and explained how she was left with not a single idea.

  A few months later, a young boy’s name was scrawled in red above his old locker. “Ryan” it read. The boy’s skin turned ever more pale than it was to begin with when he saw it. As the others had gone, the janitors washed it up while the students were in the first class. That day, he was escorted home by the police who remained hidden outside his house and watched him.
The poor boy must have thought that he could’ve gotten away with it… Police barged into the home and untangled him from the ropes that were seconds away from taking a life. In this moment, the idea began to form on the reason behind the names on the wall.
The boy, Ryan, was questioned to see if he had told anyone his plans - he denied the statement, saying he had only decided that morning when he awoke about how that day would be his last.

Walking the halls each day was the sort of girl you’d least expect to be of relation to went on. Some students in the school had suspicions over others, but this young girl’s name was never once mentioned from any point of view on the matter. Her name was Kate. She once had a sister, but she had committed suicide before they had the chance to know each other. Because of this, Kate was taking each occurring case more emotionally than most other classmates.
Although, it didn’t take long for the word of Kate’s dead sister began to circulate around the school. After a few weeks of this news, words got mixed and twisted, and suddenly Kate was the center of everything when the topic was talked about. Especially the day her name appeared above her locker.
That day, she left for home realizing that the police were staked out to watch her in the event that she took her life. She had thought of just leaving it all behind, passing on to meet her sister for the first time in the afterlife. She had hoped mostly, that without her there, others’ speculations would slowly decrease and they’d be able to turn and figure out what was truly happening. Realizing that between the police, and the fact that someone knew her plans to write her name, she took no such action that night.
That evening, before laying down in her bed, she noticed red words slowly spilling onto the wall. She read as the appeared: “Thank you, love you little sis”. And with that, it all became clear.

It was months later, and the case had gone cold. The police had other things to keep focused on that would be solved much more quickly. All the events were now unsaid and put behind the students and faculty. Until the day a name suddenly appeared.
She was a new girl, had only been in school for about two weeks. She hadn’t made a single friend, and never tried. She ignored all those who tried to speak to her. The day Kate noticed the name “Kyra” scrawled in blood she immediately washed it away before anyone saw.
After school that day, Kate followed fairly close to Kyra as she walked home. She waited a short time after the girl entered her home before walking up and knocking at the door. The young girl’s mother answered, and Kate explained that she needed to work with Kyra for a school assignment. Her mother walked Kate up to her room, and left her to the closed door.
Kate carefully opened the door, and slid inside. What she found was this girl, Kyra, sitting on her bed. Her eyes shot up and met that of Kate’s. The girl’s arms were covered in fresh cuts everywhere, slowly bleeding out. She had been crying - her face matched the color of her arms and tears streamed her cheeks. The sight of Kate caused more tears to rush and Kyra dropped her head down with her arms sprawled at her sides.
At this moment, out of the corner of her eye, Kate saw red words appearing above the front of the bed on the wall. “Take the blade. Be a friend. She deserves to live. This is never the way”. Slowly, the bloody words began to fade back into the wall.
Kate looked back down at Kyra who cried, seemingly oblivious to Kate who reached down and laid the tips of her fingers over her cut up wrist. She moved her fingers along her palm until she reached the blade in the fingers. Kyra’s let her hand weaken and sprawl open. Kate took the blade, and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, not removing her eyes from the girl that sat in front of her.
With that, Kate simply walked across the hall to the bathroom, wet down a washcloth, and cleaned up the blood from Kyra’s arms. The girl still sat with her head hung down as she willingly let Kate try and help her. Once Kyra’s arms were pale with red marks, contrary to the smeared red that hid her complexion. The blood flow at least had slowed down to a point where it wasn’t anything major.
Before leaving, Kate took Kyra’s hands and pulled her up from her sitting position. She immediately gave her a hug, and let the girl fall against her as a support. Kate waiting until she gave a hug back. Then, releasing, they spent a few minor seconds just looking into the others eyes, so many words being exchanged in silence.

That day, Kate left with a new friend, a new purpose, and a better understanding of the sister she never knew all thanks to the blood on the walls.


The girl nobody missed. Everyone now realizes her legacy. One day a student would walk the halls, the next day they wouldn't. Never again, would they be remembered. Never was this girl remembered by her classmates, until now - now that she has someone to continue on for her. Even her own family is proud of the daughter they never finished raising. Finally, the young girl actually has an older sister again.
I wanted to write a story. I was staring at a wall lost in thought, and thought back to one of the Harry Potter movies… I think it was the first one. And I was also thinking again of my angel story with the reflections of angels. And, well… Hope you liked it!! :D

(I realize it's not the best writing... It could have been WAY better, but I got lazy when I wrote it... Although I think the style just gets the meaning across much more quickly/bluntly)
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Tayla19's avatar
This is beautiful :') I love it :D Keep up the great work