Hell hath no fury 

When I came into the classroom today, all was quite and still. The classroom was dark, the light switch didn’t work, and no voices were to be heard. A deadly chill emitted from the room, and sent shivers down my spine. The room was enveloped in total darkness even though it was a sunny day, and the warmth from outside did little to warm me. As if on impulse alone, I walked slowly into the room. The door creaked shut as I entered the room, shutting off the only source of light.  

                    Total darkness ensued, as I stood motionless in the dark. I stood there waiting, waiting for something to happen. When I was about to turn around and go back the way I came, until a color entered my mind. It was a deep red blob at first, but then it curved itself into a heart. The heart shone brilliantly for a moment, then it turned black and shattered into a million pieces.             Then a smell emitted from the room, the smell of freshly cut roses. Slowly the smell became bitter, and smelled of rotten flower, and death.  The smell faded away, and the room returned to silence. Mesmerized by the strange chain of events, I crept to a nearby by wall and sat, waiting to see what would happen next. Minutes turned into hours, and still nothing happened. The cold had made me numb, and had chilled my breath, and still time dragged on. Then soon I began to hear the voices of a boy and a girl.           “ I love you,” the boy said.          “ I love you too,” the girl replied.          “ I would never do anything to hurt you.” Then the girls voice became rich with anger, and blood lust.           “ You lied to me! You said you would never hurt me! Well you did!” The boy was silent, and the voices faded away.                       The darkness did not return as before, something else happened. A spotlight shone in the middle of the room. In the middle of the light lay a boy in a pool of blood. I edged my way to him and attempted to awaken him with my words, but to no avail. The boy remained on his side and did not move. So I turned the boy on his side and gasped in horror. Lying in the pool of blood, with a knife in his chest, was me.            What does this mean? I truly do not know. All I can tell you is this; don’t make promises you can’t keep even if you wanted to, and don’t say that you love someone if you know it would never work out for eternity. For, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.