Faculty Hallucination - 1/?
Faculty Hallucination First Chapter
Brother: “RACHEL LOOK ! It’s snowing !”
I ran to my window to look outside. My brother was right, it was snowing! Finally, after so long, it was snowing. And it was almost Christmas time as well. I wanted to go outside and play in the snow really badly, but I had to clean my room first. So I got out of bed, and stuffed everything into my closet. Now my room looked much cleaner. I got my phone to call my best friend Rosalyn to come over.
Rosalyn: “RACHEY!”
Rachel: “ROSEY! Want to come over?”
Rosalyn: “NOW? LIKE RIGHT NOW? LIKE RIGHT NOW? Okay.”
Rachel: “AHA. Alright, see you soon!”
Rosalyn: “OKAY! BYEBYE”
Rachel: “BYE.”
I walked around, then had an idea. Since there was no school today, I decidedType your cut contents here. to have a little party. So I got my phone again, and started calling a list of people one by one. My doorbell rang 2 minutes later, and I ran to get the door. Rosalyn was standing there, her face red from the cold.
I told her that I’d invited some people over, so we’d have to wait til they came. She was perfectly fine with this idea, and walked in.
Rosalyn: “Where’s your hot chocolate container?”
Rachel: “In that cupboard.”
Rosalyn: “Alright. I’m going to go make some, you want?”
Rachel: “Sure thing.”
So for the remaining time we were making hot chocolate for ourselves, and for the people who were coming over. After we finished, we started to bake cookies. We had a little food fight, and there was a mess in the kitchen.
Rosalyn: “We’ll clean that up later”
The door bell rang a couple of minutes later. Rose went to get the door, and a bunch of people rushed in.
Person 1“It’s so cold outside!”
Person 2: “THAT’S GOOD.”
Person 3: “It’s freezing though!”
Person 4:“We can have a snowball fight”
We served the food and drinks, then my phone rang. Wondering who it was, I went to pick it up. It was my mom, she was stuck in traffic trying to get to work, so when she reached her work, she’d probably stay at a hotel in that city for the day. This was good, I could have a sleep over and everything today.
When I told everybody my mom wouldn’t be coming home for the while, they were all excited. Eagerness filled the room, and everybody started planning out what we should do for the day. The bell rang again, and my brother ran downstairs. I guess he’d invited his friends over as well. Oh well, the house was big, it wouldn’t matter. We decided that we’d all go outside to play in the snow, then come in to watch a movie. And decide the rest after. So everybody put their coats on and started their way outside. The driveway was completely piled with snow. I decided to start the snowblower and clean up the driveway. A couple of people started to bury Rosalyn in the snow. She seemed to be having fun, so I decided not to bother her.
Person: “GO GET A CAMERA YOU GUYS! I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS!”
Phil: “OKAY!”
I saw somebody go inside to go find a camera, I didn’t look at who it was. I went in the garage to go start the snow plow, and then I started clearing up the driveway. It was pretty noisy, and I couldn’t hear anything except a lot of people yelling and having fun. I had to finish this fast so I could go play with them. I got out my mp3 and started listening to music, to let the time pass. Phil came out of the house with a camera in his hands. I smiled at him and continued on my work. I thought I heard yelling in the background, but I ignored it. All of a sudden, I hit something that didn’t feel like snow. Red and pink flew all over the snow. What was that? I thought in my head. Suddenly my earphones were yanked out my ears,
Phil: “STOP THE SNOWPLOWER STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
I was scared and reeled the snowplow to a stop. Still wondering about what the pink and red stuff was on the floor.
Phil: “EVERYBODY HELP! MOVE THE SNOW!”
Rachel: “What’s wrong Phil? And why is there that pink and red stuff?”
Phil: “JUST MOVE THE SNOW. DO IT NOW.”
I froze. Lots of pictures started flashing in my head, and they weren’t happy sights. I fell to the floor and dug the snow out as fast as I could. Everybody was hurrying to see what was wrong. I was incredibly worried. This could not happen. I was just imagining things. She’d be alright. She wasn’t buried here was she? No. They buried her on the other side. Then I saw her. Rosey’s face, I saw it.
Rachel: “OHMYGAWD”
Person: “F*** NO.”
Person: “HOLY SH** !”
Person: “THAT’S DISGUSTING”
Phil: “KEEP DIGGING!!!!!!!”
Horror came to view. What I’d pictured had came true. I dug further, knowing there was no point now. I felt an ooze of warm liquid in my hands, jerking them out. It was red. Blood. I couldn’t do this anymore, my pulse dropped. This was not happening. I pulled myself away, and stared. Flashbacks flew by in my head. Her laugh was in my head, I could hear it. I saw her big brown eyes staring at me, smiling. Tears welled up in my eyes. My eyes were streaming now. Tears dropping on the snow, making it melt. People were still digging, and a faint smell of sugar passed by me. A girl passed out. A couple of people went to help her, and others kept digging. I sat there, memories still streaming in my head. When the sugar reached my nose, her words jumped at me.
Rosalyn: “Rachel, what does your blood smell like?”
Rachel: “Haha stupid question. It tastes kind of like .. metal.”
Rosalyn: “Really? That’s what everybody says! Mine tastes..sweet. Not like candy sweet, but it doesn’t taste like metal.”
Rachel: “You’re so weird.”
Rosalyn: “Oh thank you!”
The tears started coming even quicker now. I stared at my hands, at my red hands. I moved my head and looked at the snowplow. At the bottom, there was gooey pink stuff, and red liquid, dropping down to the snow. Then I saw it. Her body was pulled it. It did not look like a body, there was legs in one person’s arms, and a head and arms in another ones. There was big pieces on the floor. Chopped up pieces. The chopped up pieces of the body of my best friend. The death of my best friend, that happened right before my eyes.
Phil: “Somebody call the ambulance!”
Eric: “There’s no point. They haven’t invented the whole bring a person back to life thing yet.”
I couldn’t bring myself to talk. There was silence. Everybody stared at the pieces of Rosey on the floor. Tears were streaming down everybody’s faces. Everybody stood there in a circle, crying. I’d never see those big brown eyes again. I’d never hear that high pitched laugh every again. How could this have happened. This was supposed to be a fun day. How could I have done this. I was suddenly infuriated. I was frustrated in myself. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I ran into my house and clawed out a bottle with cross bones. “Rat Poison.” I tried opening it, but my hands were too cold. I threw it on the floor, and the bottle broke. The liquid oozing out. This wasn’t going to work. Then I saw sleeping pills. They were Rosey’s. This would work. I went to open the bottle, it opened pretty easily. I put a whole bunch of pills in my hands, staring at them. I felt a hand slap my face. The pills flew out of my hand.
Phil: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Rachel: “I KILLED MY BESTFRIEND PHIL. I DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.”
Phil: “KILLING YOURSELF WON’T MAKE ANYBODY ELSE FEEL BETTER WILL IT.”
Rachel: “I DON’T CARE. I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS.”
Phil: “You know.. Rosey made me promise to her, when we were together. If she ever “wasn’t there” I’d have to take care of you. I’m not breaking my promise to her, just because me and her broke up. I know she wouldn’t be happy, knowing that you died because of her. So IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR BESTFRIEND HAPPY IN HEAVEN, YOU’RE GOING TO PUT THAT BOTTLE DOWN AND COME OUTSIDE.”
Tears came into my eyes again, but I dropped the bottle onto the floor. Phil waited for me to walk out, so I did. He followed behind. When I came outside, my brother ran to me.
Brother: “Rachel. Are you okay? Everything will be alright.”
Rachel: “Are you stupid? Everything won’t be alright! She’s DEAD.”
He stared at me. I felt bad, for yelling at him. I mean, it wasn’t his fault, he’s not the one who killed his best friend. Again, I started crying. My brother hugged me for a long time.
Brother: “I told everybody to go home. Some people stayed though, they said they didn’t want to leave. But most of the people left, they said they’ll be back tomorrow, and told you that it’s not your fault.”
I looked outside. There were my friends. Rosey’s and my friends, staring at me. They slowly walked over to me, but Phil told them to talk to me later. They didn’t listen to him though, they tried comforting me. Saying that it wasn’t my fault. That she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eric gave me Rosalyn’s wallet and locket. He said the neighbours called the police, and that they would be here soon. But that I wasn’t in trouble, and the police were just coming to take the body away. I took the wallet and locket from Eric, and stared at them. I opened her locket and turned even more depressed. There was her, Phil and I. The saying “You are someone on whom I depend, more than a lover, more than a friend” was engraved on the other side of the locket. Phil grabbed it from me, and started crying.
Phil: “Can I keep this.”
I didn’t want to let him keep it. I couldn’t let him. But I knew he was going through just as much pain as me. I couldn’t be selfish. I looked at the locket one last time, then I handed it over to him. He took it and put it in his pocket, still in tears. I opened her wallet, and a letter fell out. The front said, “To Rachel.” We used to write each other letters, because we were in different schools. I didn’t have the heart to read it, and I didn’t want to right now. So I put it in my sweater, and started crying again. The police came, and asked where the body was. My brother went and showed them. He told them everything that happened. They looked at me, and nodded.
Cop: “Get better kid.”
Then they drove off. It was getting late, I told everybody to go home. I had a lot to think about tonight. They silently agreed, and they left. Phil told my brother to watch over me, and not let me do anything stupid. My brother agreed, then he shut the door.
Brother: “I think you should go to your room.”
Rachel: “Good night.”
Brother: “Don’t worry about it too much. She’s in a better place now.”
I didn’t believe him. I climbed up the stairs and went up to my room. This was going to be a long night. The second I opened my room, there was all the pictures and memories of Rosey, washing through me again. I looked at all the photos, all the times we had together. I went on the computer, it was the only thing that would make me feel a bit better about myself. I signed into my facebook account, and there was a group invitation. “R.I.P Rosalyn Eva Simons.” I read through the info section, and felt a big hole in my heart. The story of her death was written so clearly there, but my name wasn’t mentioned. I didn’t want to be blamed for it, but I knew I should be. Then I went and looked at my wall posts. It was all get well soon posts. Except for one..the very last one. It was from Rosey.
“RACHEL! I’m coming to your house today, baha.
We’re going to probably do stupid stuff, since ..we’re cool like that.
I’m going to kill myself by trying to cook today okay.
So good luck to your oven !
See you in a few
btw I have a surprise for you. You’ll love me for it”
“I’m going to kill myself” No Rose. You didn’t kill yourself, I did. You probably hate me right now. You’ll hate me forever. Your life wasn’t supposed to end like this. Why did it have to happen? I couldn’t stay on the computer anymore. I turned it off and went to sleep.
Brother: “RACHEL LOOK ! It’s snowing !”
I ran to my window to look outside. My brother was right, it was snowing! Finally, after so long, it was snowing. And it was almost Christmas time as well. I wanted to go outside and play in the snow really badly, but I had to clean my room first. So I got out of bed, and stuffed everything into my closet. Now my room looked much cleaner. I got my phone to call my best friend Rosalyn to come over.
Rosalyn: “RACHEY!”
Rachel: “ROSEY! Want to come over?”
Rosalyn: “NOW? LIKE RIGHT NOW? LIKE RIGHT NOW? Okay.”
Rachel: “AHA. Alright, see you soon!”
Rosalyn: “OKAY! BYEBYE”
Rachel: “BYE.”
I walked around, then had an idea. Since there was no school today, I decidedType your cut contents here. to have a little party. So I got my phone again, and started calling a list of people one by one. My doorbell rang 2 minutes later, and I ran to get the door. Rosalyn was standing there, her face red from the cold.
I told her that I’d invited some people over, so we’d have to wait til they came. She was perfectly fine with this idea, and walked in.
Rosalyn: “Where’s your hot chocolate container?”
Rachel: “In that cupboard.”
Rosalyn: “Alright. I’m going to go make some, you want?”
Rachel: “Sure thing.”
So for the remaining time we were making hot chocolate for ourselves, and for the people who were coming over. After we finished, we started to bake cookies. We had a little food fight, and there was a mess in the kitchen.
Rosalyn: “We’ll clean that up later”
The door bell rang a couple of minutes later. Rose went to get the door, and a bunch of people rushed in.
Person 1“It’s so cold outside!”
Person 2: “THAT’S GOOD.”
Person 3: “It’s freezing though!”
Person 4:“We can have a snowball fight”
We served the food and drinks, then my phone rang. Wondering who it was, I went to pick it up. It was my mom, she was stuck in traffic trying to get to work, so when she reached her work, she’d probably stay at a hotel in that city for the day. This was good, I could have a sleep over and everything today.
When I told everybody my mom wouldn’t be coming home for the while, they were all excited. Eagerness filled the room, and everybody started planning out what we should do for the day. The bell rang again, and my brother ran downstairs. I guess he’d invited his friends over as well. Oh well, the house was big, it wouldn’t matter. We decided that we’d all go outside to play in the snow, then come in to watch a movie. And decide the rest after. So everybody put their coats on and started their way outside. The driveway was completely piled with snow. I decided to start the snowblower and clean up the driveway. A couple of people started to bury Rosalyn in the snow. She seemed to be having fun, so I decided not to bother her.
Person: “GO GET A CAMERA YOU GUYS! I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS!”
Phil: “OKAY!”
I saw somebody go inside to go find a camera, I didn’t look at who it was. I went in the garage to go start the snow plow, and then I started clearing up the driveway. It was pretty noisy, and I couldn’t hear anything except a lot of people yelling and having fun. I had to finish this fast so I could go play with them. I got out my mp3 and started listening to music, to let the time pass. Phil came out of the house with a camera in his hands. I smiled at him and continued on my work. I thought I heard yelling in the background, but I ignored it. All of a sudden, I hit something that didn’t feel like snow. Red and pink flew all over the snow. What was that? I thought in my head. Suddenly my earphones were yanked out my ears,
Phil: “STOP THE SNOWPLOWER STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
I was scared and reeled the snowplow to a stop. Still wondering about what the pink and red stuff was on the floor.
Phil: “EVERYBODY HELP! MOVE THE SNOW!”
Rachel: “What’s wrong Phil? And why is there that pink and red stuff?”
Phil: “JUST MOVE THE SNOW. DO IT NOW.”
I froze. Lots of pictures started flashing in my head, and they weren’t happy sights. I fell to the floor and dug the snow out as fast as I could. Everybody was hurrying to see what was wrong. I was incredibly worried. This could not happen. I was just imagining things. She’d be alright. She wasn’t buried here was she? No. They buried her on the other side. Then I saw her. Rosey’s face, I saw it.
Rachel: “OHMYGAWD”
Person: “F*** NO.”
Person: “HOLY SH** !”
Person: “THAT’S DISGUSTING”
Phil: “KEEP DIGGING!!!!!!!”
Horror came to view. What I’d pictured had came true. I dug further, knowing there was no point now. I felt an ooze of warm liquid in my hands, jerking them out. It was red. Blood. I couldn’t do this anymore, my pulse dropped. This was not happening. I pulled myself away, and stared. Flashbacks flew by in my head. Her laugh was in my head, I could hear it. I saw her big brown eyes staring at me, smiling. Tears welled up in my eyes. My eyes were streaming now. Tears dropping on the snow, making it melt. People were still digging, and a faint smell of sugar passed by me. A girl passed out. A couple of people went to help her, and others kept digging. I sat there, memories still streaming in my head. When the sugar reached my nose, her words jumped at me.
Rosalyn: “Rachel, what does your blood smell like?”
Rachel: “Haha stupid question. It tastes kind of like .. metal.”
Rosalyn: “Really? That’s what everybody says! Mine tastes..sweet. Not like candy sweet, but it doesn’t taste like metal.”
Rachel: “You’re so weird.”
Rosalyn: “Oh thank you!”
The tears started coming even quicker now. I stared at my hands, at my red hands. I moved my head and looked at the snowplow. At the bottom, there was gooey pink stuff, and red liquid, dropping down to the snow. Then I saw it. Her body was pulled it. It did not look like a body, there was legs in one person’s arms, and a head and arms in another ones. There was big pieces on the floor. Chopped up pieces. The chopped up pieces of the body of my best friend. The death of my best friend, that happened right before my eyes.
Phil: “Somebody call the ambulance!”
Eric: “There’s no point. They haven’t invented the whole bring a person back to life thing yet.”
I couldn’t bring myself to talk. There was silence. Everybody stared at the pieces of Rosey on the floor. Tears were streaming down everybody’s faces. Everybody stood there in a circle, crying. I’d never see those big brown eyes again. I’d never hear that high pitched laugh every again. How could this have happened. This was supposed to be a fun day. How could I have done this. I was suddenly infuriated. I was frustrated in myself. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I ran into my house and clawed out a bottle with cross bones. “Rat Poison.” I tried opening it, but my hands were too cold. I threw it on the floor, and the bottle broke. The liquid oozing out. This wasn’t going to work. Then I saw sleeping pills. They were Rosey’s. This would work. I went to open the bottle, it opened pretty easily. I put a whole bunch of pills in my hands, staring at them. I felt a hand slap my face. The pills flew out of my hand.
Phil: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Rachel: “I KILLED MY BESTFRIEND PHIL. I DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.”
Phil: “KILLING YOURSELF WON’T MAKE ANYBODY ELSE FEEL BETTER WILL IT.”
Rachel: “I DON’T CARE. I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS.”
Phil: “You know.. Rosey made me promise to her, when we were together. If she ever “wasn’t there” I’d have to take care of you. I’m not breaking my promise to her, just because me and her broke up. I know she wouldn’t be happy, knowing that you died because of her. So IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR BESTFRIEND HAPPY IN HEAVEN, YOU’RE GOING TO PUT THAT BOTTLE DOWN AND COME OUTSIDE.”
Tears came into my eyes again, but I dropped the bottle onto the floor. Phil waited for me to walk out, so I did. He followed behind. When I came outside, my brother ran to me.
Brother: “Rachel. Are you okay? Everything will be alright.”
Rachel: “Are you stupid? Everything won’t be alright! She’s DEAD.”
He stared at me. I felt bad, for yelling at him. I mean, it wasn’t his fault, he’s not the one who killed his best friend. Again, I started crying. My brother hugged me for a long time.
Brother: “I told everybody to go home. Some people stayed though, they said they didn’t want to leave. But most of the people left, they said they’ll be back tomorrow, and told you that it’s not your fault.”
I looked outside. There were my friends. Rosey’s and my friends, staring at me. They slowly walked over to me, but Phil told them to talk to me later. They didn’t listen to him though, they tried comforting me. Saying that it wasn’t my fault. That she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eric gave me Rosalyn’s wallet and locket. He said the neighbours called the police, and that they would be here soon. But that I wasn’t in trouble, and the police were just coming to take the body away. I took the wallet and locket from Eric, and stared at them. I opened her locket and turned even more depressed. There was her, Phil and I. The saying “You are someone on whom I depend, more than a lover, more than a friend” was engraved on the other side of the locket. Phil grabbed it from me, and started crying.
Phil: “Can I keep this.”
I didn’t want to let him keep it. I couldn’t let him. But I knew he was going through just as much pain as me. I couldn’t be selfish. I looked at the locket one last time, then I handed it over to him. He took it and put it in his pocket, still in tears. I opened her wallet, and a letter fell out. The front said, “To Rachel.” We used to write each other letters, because we were in different schools. I didn’t have the heart to read it, and I didn’t want to right now. So I put it in my sweater, and started crying again. The police came, and asked where the body was. My brother went and showed them. He told them everything that happened. They looked at me, and nodded.
Cop: “Get better kid.”
Then they drove off. It was getting late, I told everybody to go home. I had a lot to think about tonight. They silently agreed, and they left. Phil told my brother to watch over me, and not let me do anything stupid. My brother agreed, then he shut the door.
Brother: “I think you should go to your room.”
Rachel: “Good night.”
Brother: “Don’t worry about it too much. She’s in a better place now.”
I didn’t believe him. I climbed up the stairs and went up to my room. This was going to be a long night. The second I opened my room, there was all the pictures and memories of Rosey, washing through me again. I looked at all the photos, all the times we had together. I went on the computer, it was the only thing that would make me feel a bit better about myself. I signed into my facebook account, and there was a group invitation. “R.I.P Rosalyn Eva Simons.” I read through the info section, and felt a big hole in my heart. The story of her death was written so clearly there, but my name wasn’t mentioned. I didn’t want to be blamed for it, but I knew I should be. Then I went and looked at my wall posts. It was all get well soon posts. Except for one..the very last one. It was from Rosey.
“RACHEL! I’m coming to your house today, baha.
We’re going to probably do stupid stuff, since ..we’re cool like that.
I’m going to kill myself by trying to cook today okay.
So good luck to your oven !
See you in a few
btw I have a surprise for you. You’ll love me for it”
“I’m going to kill myself” No Rose. You didn’t kill yourself, I did. You probably hate me right now. You’ll hate me forever. Your life wasn’t supposed to end like this. Why did it have to happen? I couldn’t stay on the computer anymore. I turned it off and went to sleep.