**WARNING: ABSOLUTLY NOTHING*
I, as usual, walk into the school building, and head up the stairs towards my class. "These fucking stairs." I mumble ascending them, step by step. My breath staggering as I reach the top step. I'm not hurting just out of breath after climbing 4 flights of stairs without break.
"Seriously, chubby people aren't made for stairs, but hey, at least I get some exercise" I chuckle to myself as I straighten the strap of my backpack, switching what hand holds my second bag that holds most of my supplies.
I sigh and sit on the top of the stairs, setting down the bag, and lean against my backpack. Not noticing that a liquid is secreting from it.
I close my eyes and imagine what portrait I will draft out today, I might even have enough time to paint it today.
I move my hand and touch the liquid.
"Cold!?" I yelled surprised as my hand felt burnt from touching whatever was there, I get up and looked at what I just touched.
"Nothing" was there. I look at my hand, hoping that nothing happened.
I sigh with relief seeing that nothing happened to my hand. A creepy feeling comes upon me, as I then slip, and fall down the stairs.
But that's the thing 'I' didn't slip. It's the bitch that possessed my body who did.
I watch happily as blood oozes from my forehead and the scared expression on my face dies down to look peaceful, and I see blue wisps seep out from my chest. I then impale my chest with my hand and take out the soul that was there just previously, and take control of my body once more.
I wipe the blood off my forehead and grab my bags and make my way down the stairs, and outside the school. Just so that I can live, just once more.
I will then, just as usual, go into the school building and head up the stairs towards my class.