Chevelle is a band for people who get trapped in elevators
Scarlet was afraid.
She looked all around the hallways as she walked back to class, the vivid memories of the incident flashing through her mind. Although the bruises on her hands were healing, they still shook in pain from punching the walls and doors. Her face was a flustered shade of red from all of the emotions that gathered in her face. It was as if she was still trapped in that crappy elevator that even staff were afraid to take. She wondered how long it would take for her to become numb to the pain of autocannibalism, although she had a bag of chips and an apple in her lunchbox, her flesh seemed like the only opportunity for food. Reasonably, her skin was now covered in purple bitemarks, where she had bitten as hard as she could until it hurt too much.
"Hey loser," Aziz yelled. "Still scared of the elevator?
"Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked. She then looked into his reddened eyes. and realized he was in no shape to be learning about how to deal with unruly roommates.
In class, she anxiously jotted down in her red butterfly journal. Scarlet was definitely in no mental shape to be returning to school. She sat next to a group of girls, who tried their best to comfort her, but she behaved almost catatonically.
During lunch, she found herself being dragged away from her locker by Aziz and his little gang of bathroom terrorists as all the other boys called them. She watched a girl try to chase them down, but she meant nothing to them. She closed her eyes and screamed, but by the time anybody was coming, the doors of the eelvator had already closed.
Unable to tell whether they were moving or not, Scarlet's vision went red, and her hands began to shake. She was overtaken by emotion, and her fists seemed to move for her, attacking the boys mercilessly, as she had always wanted to. Tears streamed down her face as she gave the boys what she thought they had deserved. The girls in her class had wanted the boys dead even before she got trapped in that elevator anyways, so she was really doing them a favor.
By the time she recollected herself, the world around her was a beautiful red, and the doors of the elevator had opened to the first floor of the school. All tht remained of Aziz and his gang were bloodstained clothing and bits of hair and skin. She had not realized she was capable of that.
"Hey Miss secretary, call the nurse and get me a change of clothes" she demanded, stepping out.
Scarlet was still afraid, but relieved at the same time, for she would no longer have to deal with those annoying boys.