Member No.: 51
Joined: 27-December 11
> Get to the bus stop as fast as possible, with the biggest grin you can manage on your face.
Throughout your entire life, not once have you smiled.
You're smiling now.
Traci's blood dots the long stretch of sidewalk, shining from blackened dots to red as the sky begins to lighten. Dawn is breaking.
Maybe it's...the open air. The fact that there aren't so many of you, now. You can almost tolerate having Traci closer than ten steps behind you. Nevertheless, when you reach the bus stop - breathless, aching, still bleeding - you skitter away, crouched low to the ground like an animal.
At the end of the road, coming closer...you see headlights. The rickety old bus, making the first round of the day.
It stops in front of Traci, and yourself, and the door opens.
You don't dare get on until Traci has climbed the steps, batted her eyelashes at the driver, and headed towards the back of the bus. Cautiously, you crawl forward. Just a little.
The bus driver waits for you, with the door still open. Hesitant - you hate hate hate hate the thought of being in a confined little space, with people - you look back in the direction you came from, towards the asylum.
...You can't go back, now.
Slowly, you pull yourself up the steps, on hands and knees. You can't clamber up the walls and over things, like you used to.
The doors close behind you, the hiss of air indicating that they've sealed.
You can't see the driver's face.
All you can see is the thin trail of blood, slipping from the back of the bus towards the front, where it pools at His feet.
'BAD CHILDREN GO TO HELL.'
You throw yourself at the doors.
The Master drives, taking you away from the dawn...