A glass bottle flew through the air, hitting the furthest wall with enough force to break it into a hundred pieces. The glass shards fell to the ground, causing a short but echoeing crash in the empty room. The room had previously been used as an art room, and photo's still hung on the walls, giving the impression that it was still used. But it was the complete opposite, because no one had been in this room for nearly ten years. That was until now.
Anastasia had staggered up the stairs that led to the third floor. The door that had previously locked anyone out of the third floor had mysteriously dissapeared, but not enough students knew that. But Anastasia had known. She had been told by one of her friends, who by all means was on of the most adventurous people she knew. Before this day Anastasia had never really had the urge to explore, but today she needed to be alone. And what better place was there but an abandoned floor in a school filled with people like her.
She had found the room by mistake, thinking that she was leaning against a solid wall only to find that it was really a door way to a hidden classroom. Anastasia would have found that very interesting at any time other than this, but she was only in the mood for screaming and throwing things.
Picking up the bottle she threw it against the wall with every ounce of strength she had left in her. After it smashed against the wall, she let out a moanful scream, and then fell to the floor, her hand dragging down the wall that she had collasped on. "Why. I hate you Andrew." Anastasia screamed, tears running down her face just like her make-up. She had come up here so no one would see her. She would not be weak in other peoples eyes. She was one of the "popular" people wasn't she? And she didn't want anyone's sympathy. No ones. Never. "Why." She screamed again, standing up and smashing her fist into the nearest thing she could. Looking at where she punched, Anastasia let out a haunting laugh as the blood ran down her arm. The thing she had punched was nothing other than a window. Laughing now hystarically out of anger and pain, Anastasia slid down the wall once again, watching the blood drip onto the floor with amused and sad eyes. "No pain..." Anastasia said, as she continued to cry and laugh at the same time.
Anastasia had staggered up the stairs that led to the third floor. The door that had previously locked anyone out of the third floor had mysteriously dissapeared, but not enough students knew that. But Anastasia had known. She had been told by one of her friends, who by all means was on of the most adventurous people she knew. Before this day Anastasia had never really had the urge to explore, but today she needed to be alone. And what better place was there but an abandoned floor in a school filled with people like her.
She had found the room by mistake, thinking that she was leaning against a solid wall only to find that it was really a door way to a hidden classroom. Anastasia would have found that very interesting at any time other than this, but she was only in the mood for screaming and throwing things.
Picking up the bottle she threw it against the wall with every ounce of strength she had left in her. After it smashed against the wall, she let out a moanful scream, and then fell to the floor, her hand dragging down the wall that she had collasped on. "Why. I hate you Andrew." Anastasia screamed, tears running down her face just like her make-up. She had come up here so no one would see her. She would not be weak in other peoples eyes. She was one of the "popular" people wasn't she? And she didn't want anyone's sympathy. No ones. Never. "Why." She screamed again, standing up and smashing her fist into the nearest thing she could. Looking at where she punched, Anastasia let out a haunting laugh as the blood ran down her arm. The thing she had punched was nothing other than a window. Laughing now hystarically out of anger and pain, Anastasia slid down the wall once again, watching the blood drip onto the floor with amused and sad eyes. "No pain..." Anastasia said, as she continued to cry and laugh at the same time.