The last thing he remembered was the sneering face of the janitor who told him "When the clock strikes six, I don't have to give a shit. See you on Monday kid." before thumping the locker and whistling as he walked away. From there he faded in and out of consciousness, knowing in the back of his mind that he was concussed as all hells and shouldn't sleep at all.
When he woke up the locker was being opened and another kid was being pushed in. They went right through him, crushing the flowers that had been crammed in through the metal slits and the notes hastily scrawled and stuck to them.
He didn't feel a thing as he stepped back and ended up halfway through the wall. The kid didn't notice him until they stopped crying and looked around as if they sensed that he was watching them. No sound came from their mouth, much as it frantically opened and closed.
They finally croaked out his name and asked if they were dead. He told them he didn't think so as he slowly realised that he was. He should have freaked out, should have cried and screamed at how unfairly he'd been treated, at the bullies who'd caused this and the janitor who did nothing to help him.
Instead he reached through the kid, his pale fingers finding the locking mechanism and wriggling about until it clicked open. The kid fell out, thanking him profusely while the hallway full of curious and worried children tried to peer inside.
They didn't see him but they saw the locker close by itself.
When he woke up the locker was being opened and another kid was being pushed in. They went right through him, crushing the flowers that had been crammed in through the metal slits and the notes hastily scrawled and stuck to them.
He didn't feel a thing as he stepped back and ended up halfway through the wall. The kid didn't notice him until they stopped crying and looked around as if they sensed that he was watching them. No sound came from their mouth, much as it frantically opened and closed.
They finally croaked out his name and asked if they were dead. He told them he didn't think so as he slowly realised that he was. He should have freaked out, should have cried and screamed at how unfairly he'd been treated, at the bullies who'd caused this and the janitor who did nothing to help him.
Instead he reached through the kid, his pale fingers finding the locking mechanism and wriggling about until it clicked open. The kid fell out, thanking him profusely while the hallway full of curious and worried children tried to peer inside.
They didn't see him but they saw the locker close by itself.
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