She did not know about the boy, but there was only so much that she could do to ignore the dead body in the room. Leah was definitely dead, Victoria had tried to check her or wake her up but all her efforts died in vain.
"stop thinking about it,"
Victoria swallowed the bile that rose up in her throat. Leah was dead. She was in the presence of a dead body.
"Hey," she heard again, " you need to keep yourself sane and if you want to get out of here."
"Keep myself sane," she scoffed. "for what? I'm going to have nightmares of sleeping with a dead body!"
"Don't think about it."
Once again, just like a billion times before, he repeated the same words.
"What are you made up of?" she asked outrageously, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them fall down on her lap. "how can you so easily just say 'Don't think about it'? Why does everything have to end with this?"
Don't think about it, was one of the most stupid endline conversations that she had ever heard. Was the situation going to go away if she just did not think about it? No, it was still going to be there, facing her, daring her to think about escaping it without going through it.
His sighed and even though it inflamed her temper, she kept it under control.
"My father says that to me."
Her eyebrows shot up. Realisation and understanding don't affect her. "Is your father Rich?"
"Yes."
Ah, there it was.
Why would he have a need to worry about anything when daddy dearest was going to be there, every step of the way to make sure that he did not get into any trouble? And even if he did, it would go on within the blink of an eye.
"Why?" He asked, "are you judging me?"
"I judge every rich kid." She muttered. "The one privilege I have as a poor kid."
"Poor?"
Ah, hell. There we go..
Victoria was ready to hear some kind of remark that he was going to make when her ears caught a screeching sound. It was small, and could be easily drowned in the Voice of the companion she had in the room, but luckily she heard it.
What was that? It still came and it was coming from the room.
"do you hear that?" Victoria interrupted whatever he was saying and leaned forward to listen to the voice closely. " that little, squelching sound."
"What?" The boy muttered and silence fell over them. He was trying to concentrate on what she was talking about and Victoria knew that this was happening in the room.
She jumped and gave out a startled yell when the lights suddenly flooded the entire room.
Blinking repeatedly to get rid of the flash, she stayed up at the lights that she had never noticed in the room before. They were four bulbs, in the four corners of the room and all but more than enough to provide them the light needed.
"Look at the girl, Maslow," The familiar voice of the dreadful woman was heard inside the room even though she was not here anymore, "that will happen to you soon."
Slowly, Victoria lowered her eyes to the dead body of her classmate. Her lips parted slowly and she palmed her mouth before letting out the scream.
Mice were eating Leah's head wound.