• Screams erupted through the empty school halls and my heart panicked, thinking of whose scream this might've been. My legs were half tangled as I scrambled up quickly.
    Confused, I ran down the empty hall through the dimmed lights and found myself gasping and standing in an enormous crowd of scared students. I rushed through the thick crowd to the front where I could see better. Stupidly I didn't realize that there was a glass wall between this crowd and the horrifying scene ahead of me.
    On a chair, that leaned all the way back to look like a bed was a boy. I had to squint to get a better look at him, despite being in the front.
    He was most likely my age with mud-brown hair. His hands and legs were strapped with metal cuffs that held him back. I could tell he was struggling, but I knew there was no use.
    Suddenly, there was a tight grip on my wrist and I looked to my side to find a close friend Sarah. Her eyes were round and watery, full of fear. Little beads of sweat stood in position on her forehead. She was trembling.
    "Please, stop it", she pleaded in a whisper.
    There was nothing I could do, there was no was to stop this madness.
    As I thought of a way to get out and help him, a machine with many sharp ends came down and stopped right above his head. Sarah's grip tightened on my wrist, her trembling increasing. She had started to whimper, her lips quivered and she was pale.
    "STOP!", I screamed my loudest, knowing it was useless. I had started to cry myself.
    Then the horrible scene started as a piece of metal equipment, that looked like the top of a metal spatula, came out of the machine above his head. It stopped right at his temples then somehow smoothly ran into his temples as the boy screamed in agony. The scream sent chills going up my spine. My fists balled tightly, banging against the glass.
    The next scene was like a living nightmare, the tool that had been injected into his temples rose back out, but only a few centimeters stayed in. It started to peel his skin, as his screams rose to blood curdling volume.
    I hadn't noticed that my mouth was dry, but moisture drowned my face.
    He lifted his head trying to rid the machine of what it was doing to him, but was unsuccessful.
    "SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!", I screamed, my vision blurring. I had never witnessed such a horrid scene my whole life.
    The tool easily kept sliding on, reaching his cheekbone. I saw a hint of his flesh and turned my head away at the revolting sight. After a few seconds, with a lot of courage I looked back again. I didn't even know this boy!
    The machine refused to stop and kept reeling on. it had reached the end of his jawbone. His screams didn't drop, but got louder.
    The flesh had started to let out streams of blood, pink underneath the red. By the time the machine had reached his neck, he started to choke out words, with his skin almost hanging of his face. I felt dizzy and sick.
    "Help", is what I thought I saw, I hadn't heard a sound from him. But then the tool sliced through his shirt managing to keep the cutting in process.
    I looked away, before my eyes caught him gasping, no screaming.
    A few seconds later Sarah stuttered out words.
    "I-it stopped", I turned to see that it really had stopped, but my eyes followed to where the tool was stopped, I almost fainted.
    Right above his heart. I lunged towards the glass wall madly banging the glass. And unaware of myself screaming and crying.
    "NO!! STOP!!", I cried right as the tool whirred into him, his last deafening scream and his wrist dropped. As his head lolled down I realized that I recognized him.