I whip around.
My fist extends and I brace my feet.
Cold fingers lock over my hand.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed you from behind.”
A girl with soft black curls in her hair and chestnut skin smiles softly at me.
Her hair is short, but not boyish.
A black cloak is tied loosely across her shoulders.
I whisper, loosening my fist and lowering it, “I accept your apology.”
I shuffle my feet and try to puzzle out why she stopped me.
She comments, gesturing behind her, “My name is Rye. My friend, Larry, was in class and heard what happened...
Everyone walked out after you left. Apparently, this isn’t the first time. Wanna grab some coffee?”
I nod and she grins.
I squint when I almost see two fangs poke her smile.
They’re gone before I blink, so I shake it off.
I mutter, refusing eye contact, “My name is Lemony Sky. Most people call me Lemmy.”
Rye smiles broadly, locking her arm around me, chirping...
“Well, Lemmy, let’s introduce you to the crew! You’re gonna love it here.”
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We wander the halls for a short while before we take a sketchy detour.
My skin crawls again.
I tug on my arm, but it’s stuck.
Rye grins, guilt swimming in her pale eyes. “I’m sorry, Lemmy.”
I rip on my arm, but the world starts to sway.
“It’s for the best, really.”
My childhood best friend smiles at me, coated in blood.
I scream, but my throat fills with fluid. “Lemmy, hush.”
I struggle, finally breaking free. My eyes dart around. A thousand eyes burn into me.
My legs burn when I stagger to my feet. I turn in a million circles.
My breath catches.
“Lemmy? Where are you?” My heart pounds as I bolt. My feet make miles.
The end is no closer. “There you are.”