DAYMARE 5: Screwed Muse part 2

A boy in a school uniform was standing in front of me. He’s tall, looking pretty normal… if not for the horror etched into his body. He is covered in blood, his skull was split open, and a huge iron rod was sticking out of his head. I could even see parts of his blackened brain. Blood kept running down from the wound, soaking his whole body.

My legs gave way, and I scooted backward onto the floor. He lifted his arms like he was about to hug me. In a panic, I kicked his foot, and he fell right on top of me.

Yes, I love horror movies, but I never thought I would feel this way when I was the victim.

And most of all, this must be impossible to happen!

I stood up, but he grabbed my right foot. I kicked him again and ran to open the door.

For some unknown reason, the doorknob was stuck.

Sh*t! Not this time.

I froze in terror as he yanked the iron rod out of his skull. The sharp end scraped against the floor with a horrible screech that made my skin crawl. Then he raised it high, aiming straight for my head.

My hands fumbled, slamming at the doorknob over and over until, to my shock and relief, the door suddenly swung open.

“Miss Gern?”

"Riegel!" I bawled.

I glanced back at the boy who had spoken and was holding me by the shoulder when I bumped into him. I held his right arm.

What's that? Why did I see that again?

The first one was the first day of school, next was the wallpaper on my phone. And now...

"Someone wants to kill me!"

He slipped out of my hands, holding his right arm, and touched my shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" He furrowed his brow in confusion

I took a deep breath first and pointed to Ma’am Zena’s swivel chair.

“Huh? Ma’am is not here.”

“Where is she? I thought you were already here.”

“I was about to tell you that the order was canceled because Ma’am Zena went home early because of an emergency. The other officers will be assigned instead.”

“No! There was a boy here and then…” I freaked out. “I don’t understand….”

He crossed his arms. "By the way, why are you so scared?"

"I-I saw…"

"You saw what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I called Ma'am Zena, but she didn't turn around at me, and then there was a bloody boy with an iron stuck on his head."

I stooped low to say this because I knew what I said was absurd. But I only stated what I saw! It's up to him whether he believes or not.

He was silent for a moment. “Are you mad?.”

He let go of my shoulders.

"Yes, it's crazy to think about it, but that's what I saw!" My forehead formed a crease from convincing him.

He sighed. I might be boring him because of my stupid claims. I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to him. I can’t believe I’m talking like crazy to this boring guy.

"Do you have a third eye?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No! I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.”

He’s probably the last person I’d want to talk about this with right now. I’d rather have a funny and sarcastic guy, Neilsen, listen to my paranormal true-to-life stories, even if he’ll mock me, than waste my breath telling them to some cold, stone-faced guy named Riegel.

"If you don't believe it, then forget what you saw," he responded rudely.

I don’t know if he’s being insensitive or if he’s simply like this.

"I know. I don't need your advice."

“Good. Keep your nerves down. You were too scared back then,” he averted his eyes from me. I saw him holding his right arm with his left hand.

Gosh, it was my non-consensual arm attack on him when I panicked.

“You don't have to believe what I saw,” I replied. But before going out of the room, I glanced at him. “Forget everything I told you.”

I left him alone inside the creepy faculty room. It's not that I want him to believe me. It’s his arrogant behavior that annoyed me right from the first day we met.

Why do I even need to see that? Is this the effect of watching horror movies? If so, I’ll probably stop watching for a bit.

"Hey," I heard Riegel's voice.

I didn't look back and walked straight down the hallway. I don’t care if he was the student council president last year and the former top 1 of the entire grade 10 last year, if he acts highly of himself too.

"Hey, Miss Gern,"

I could feel him running closer to me. He held my left shoulder.

I turned to him. "Why?"

"Tomorrow, we will fix the faculty documents. Ma'am Zena texted me.”

“Can I quit being a muse?”

Sounds stupid, but yeah, I am the school’s muse. I simply agreed to it because I thought I would have the least number of school duties. But here I am, recently called to come to the faculty room and witness another paranormal story.

My beauty was excluded from my previous school, but many people liked my beauty here. Because of the smaller student population here, I guess they had no choice but to elect me instead.

I asked the former student council president, Riegel, why the muse was doing tasks for the student council. He explained that he and the other members were busy, so they had to share the workload with others. From what I know, the escort and muse are only supposed to join beauty contests, parades, and similar events. I guess things work differently here. Since the newly elected president is still in training, Riegel is still handling some responsibilities until the new officers settle into their roles.

"No," he said with a strict tone.

I was expecting him to ask me why, rather than answering directly with a no.

"And why? I'm new here, you're piling on me with work.”

I'm not used to being ordered like this. Sounds high and mighty of me, yeah. But Riegel is worse.

He approached me. He brought his mouth close to my ear. I moved an inch away from what he did, but he came closer.

He whispered. "If you don't want to see such a scene again, you’d better not even think about quitting as our muse.”