Band Tee

Val’s P.O.V

The lights came back. The harsh fluorescents of the side lamps on the wall shone brightly on my face, and I desperately covered my eyes with my hands. The shadow of the unknown person followed me without tension, her expression tight with residual tension.

And as I opened the passage of my hands and my shut eyes, lo and behold….It was Juliette Monroe.

The lights cast brightly into my eyes and my iris struggled to adapt to the bright light. “Jules…” I exclaimed in shock turning to face Brielle.

But Brielle’s face was full of cunning contempt. I stepped forward into the school block hallway where she stood. The air was cool, smelling faintly of industrial cleaner and damp concrete.

“B, are you there…” I asked again shaking her. But she was quiet, the sinks dripped a slow, rhythmic *plink….plink….plink* that only amplified the silence. I leaned against the cool tile wall beside the paper towel dispenser, closing my eyes, trying to slow my racing heart.