12 comparative religion part 2

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⚠️ Tw mentions of blood ⚠️

I stare at the door in front of me, I turn the nob opening the door. I see professor Duncan, he's sitting in a chair by a couch, probably waiting for me. I sit down. We talk for an hour before he tells me I can go.

I walk outside the school I see my friends fighting now too, I laugh. Their faces look amazingly hilarious. I now realize how much I over thought about what happened earlier. Should I apologize?

When they get done fighting we go to the study room now sitting in a circle as we sing holiday songs. One thing is bothering me though. Annie and Troy are sitting together, to close together. I feel tears form in my eyes, my throat becoming dry as I choke down tears. "Y/N I'm glad you decided to join us." Shirley says with a sweet smile I nod in response not wanting them to hear the tears in my voice.

After the party I go to my dorm slipping under the covers wrapping myself up in them. I try to fall asleep but Annie and Troy stay on my mind.

I wake up in my dorm to knocking. I get up and open the door, it's Jeff. "Hey Y/N there's something me and the group need to show you." He says grabbing me by the hand and dragging me somewhere. "Wait Jeff-" I try to say but he just keeps pulling me. We walk into the study room. "What is it you want me to see?" I ask confused at the normal room. "Go find out." Jeff smirks as he pushes my into the room. The room fades into nothing but white. I walk around. I see something. It's a person. It's Annie. "Stay away from Troy Y/N he likes me more!" Annie shouts I don't say anything I keep walking. I walk until something new appears, it's the cafeteria. It's from the incident. The blood everywhere once again. Everyone staring at me once again. Everything the same once again. I turn around seeing Troy. "Annie was right you're a psycho!" He tells running out of the cafeteria. I look down at my hands. They're bleeding again.

I wake up from my weird dream to see Britta in front of me screaming my name. My hands are bleeding. What happened?

ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ                                     |Troy Barnes| Where stories live. Discover now