ÉMERAUDE

ere are you going? ” asked the other kids, Marc pointed at the office, ”your friend is in the hospital, he is lucky Martin didn kill him ”. Marcs face flushed, it was back, the sunken feeling in his heart was back. Marc went to his room terrified of what will happen next. He washed himself up and waited for Henry to come back.

At 1:00 pm, Henry was finally back, Marc hurriedly went to the door to give a big hug to his friend, Henry looked pale, Marc hugged Henry and started to shake him but Henry did not respond to him. Marc was worried about what happened. Henry walked past Marc, and sat on the bed, lifeless, he pointed towards Marc and asked him to sit beside him. Marc started to cry, he walked slowly towards the bed and sat next to Henry. Henry took Marcs hands in his and gave them gentle creases, with so much courage and a heavy heart, Henry opened his mouth. The look on Marcs face said it all, there was no tongue in Henrys mouth.

Henry sat there, once again crying his heart out. Marc stood beside him. ” You should go to sleep ”. Henry heard a voice he was never familiar with. It was Marc, he was talking to Henry. ”You are my only family, Nicholas is going to pay for this ”. Marc tucked Henry in, ”don worry, Im going to be your voice from now on ”. There was a rage on Marcs face, a rage that can kill everyone who is in its way.

Marc locked the door behind him, he walked down the stairs towards Mr. Martins office.

There was a knock on the door. ” who is it? ” said Nicholas in a grumpy drunk voice. there was no answer. ”these pigs are killing me ” Nicholas opened the door and saw that there was nobody. As he was shutting the door behind him he saw Marc crawling quickly under his arm. ”where are you going you pig ” he ran to grab Marc, ”come here you pig ”. Marc ran toward Nicholass desk and found the knife he kept in his best drawer, Marc grabbed the knife and shoved it right into Nicholass throat. There was blood everywhere. Marc then twisted the knife in his throat and shoved him into his chair.

Marc stood there, watching Nicholas choking in his blood. There was something oddly satisfying about this situation. The sunken feeling was gone. As Nicholas was about to shut his eyes, Marc grabbed him by his hair and said, ” The name is Mateo Wright, you little worm ”.