"Isabella! Open the door!"

I knew this voice. As soon as I realized who it was, I quickly rushed towards the door and turned the door knob. And this time, it opened. I saw someone standing at the door. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. 

"Ryan! You should have come earlier!"I  started crying.

"Isa, why are you crying? Has something happened to you?"he asked worriedly.

Couldn't he see? or were his eyes damaged? I was covered in blood and he couldn't see it. I was shocked. I let him go and  looked around my surroundings. Everything had vanished. I looked at my hands. They were not bloody anymore. I touched my head as some blood drops from the dangling hands had fallen on it. It was not wet anymore. I went inside my room and Ryan followed me. I looked at the floor where once there was a dead body with no head and no hands. I stared at the ceiling where I found the broken head tied to the fan. I rushed inside the washroom where I found the two hands. Each and every thing had disappeared. I was totally confused. That huge happening couldn't be a misconception. It was true. It was the truth. I saw and felt it myself. I was startled by that. That thing made me lose my senses. 

Ryan shook me violently and said,"Will you tell me what has happened? I came here to see you as we're in the same class. Our home room teacher was worried as you didn't show up on your very first day. I took the initiative to go and call you as no one else was willing to help. And now I'm seeing you this way. Please tell me the truth. Why are you crying?" 

I didn't know what to say. I held him again and buried my face on his chest and started crying. I needed someone to comfort me and at that time he was that someone. If he had not been there then it would've been my granny. I cried and cried and let all the fear out that I had in my heart and that I had felt in just one day. I didn't know if I'll have to face this again. But for now, I had someone who was there to wipe my tears away. Ryan put his hand on my head and started rubbing it gently. He was trying to comfort me. He pulled my face up and wiped the tears away. He smiled and said,"You don't need to cry. You can tell me what happened after the class. Shall we go now?"

I nodded and I had a satisfaction over my face as I knew I could share my feelings with someone. I picked my books and adjusted my hair. I cleaned my face and we started walking down the staircase. As I was about to step on the first stair, I felt a hard push on my back that made me fall off the stairs. But luckily, Ryan caught me by my hand as he yelled,"Isa!!"

He pulled me towards him and said,"Are you alright?"

I was so scared to speak. I wanted to speak but words weren't coming out of my mouth. Voice was not coming out of my mouth as if it was trapped in some part of my throat. I was not able to speak anything. 

"Isabella! Listen! You've been acting weird all the time. I think you're not well. You need to take some rest. Lets head back to your room," said Ryan and he started dragging me towards the Room No.13. I didn't want to go in that bloody room again. I didn't want to face the strange happenings that happened earlier. I shook my head in a way to say 'no' as I was not able to speak anything. But he didn't listen and said,"You need rest. I'll tell the teacher that you're ill."

I shook my hand off his and started rushing towards the staircase. Ryan followed me and yelled,"Isabella! Wait!"

I ignored him and continued to run. When I reached the third floor, I realized that Ryan was not following me anymore. I stopped as I was feeling tired. I was panting heavily. Suddenly, I felt a hard blow on my head that made me fall off the stairs. This time Ryan was not there to save me. Someone hit me with a hard-metallic baseball bat. My head was paining heavily. I was lying on the floor. I could feel my hair becoming wet with the blood that was flowing out of my broken head. My eyes became blurry. With my blurry eyes, I saw a girl standing in front of me. I couldn't see her clearly. I saw a blurry image of that girl. She wore a black school dress that was soaked in blood. I groaned in pain as she held me from my hair. She said,"I told you to back off!"

My eyes were getting heavy. The pain that I felt was unbearable and agonizing. I could feel my eyes closing.

After that, I got lost in the darkness.

Ryan

I reached the fourth floor and stopped so as to breath a little. Isabella was behaving weirdly. After a while, I started rushing to the third floor. To my horror, I found Isa laying on the floor. Her head was bleeding and all her hair were wet with the blood that was flowing out of the cut. She had scars all over her body. Her wrists were bleeding as if someone had run a knife over them. I ran towards her and yelled,"Isa! Wake up!!"

I looked here and there. I screamed for help but no one came. Everyone listened my voice but none came to help. I had a weird school, I must say. I looked at Isa. I didn't know what to do. I was so scared. A friend of mine was in such agony and I couldn't help her. She was the first person whom I could call 'my friend'. She was at least different from all the horrible kids around here. My brain was not working properly. I couldn't think anything. Without wasting much time, I pulled Isa towards me and picked her up in my arms. I started rushing towards the infirmary. I ran and ran and I finally got there. I opened the door of the infirmary and called out for the nurse. Everyone was looking at me and Isa. The nurse quickly came up to me and said as she looked at Isa,"Oh my God! What has happened to her? She's bleeding heavily. Come lay her on that bed."

She pointed towards a bed and I quickly laid Isa there and soon the nurse called the doctor and they started examining her. They took her inside a room as I looked at the door closing. I did npt know what was happening. I could tell by just looking at Isa's wounds that they were not there because she had fallen off the stairs, rather she was bruised deliberately by someone and because of something else.

I looked at my clothes. They were red. They were bloody. I was terrified and worried as well. I thought to myself Isa, be alright.

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Hey dear reader! Think what would happen to Isabella! Will she die? or will she survive? Till then Bye Bye!