Crazy

Eyes are the windows to the soul. You can see their souls. Every day while looking into my teachers eyes I've never saw the evil that resided there. All i saw was a boring old man with glasses and thinning grey hair. As he droned about antigens and antibodies all i could do was take notes and listen to his teaching.
i never knew what he really way, no one knew. Then he changed. As he sat in the back of the class while we took our test, his skin began to bubble. no one saw it. we were all concentrating on their test. His skin bubbled silently as fell to the ground. A black skin replaced it. His face became distorted and his eyes fell out leaving two giant oles in his head. His mouth split wide and went around his whole face showing his too white razor sharp teeth. His back arched till his arms almost touched the ground. His spine became sharp as the sharpest blade and came to the surface of his skin, splitting it apart and oozing green blood. His hands turned to large hooked claws.
That's when someone turned around to ask a question.
That's when all the chaos broke out. Our large private school - from preschool to seniors - turned to a horror house. Everyone in the school died that day except two, the teacher who was never found and me. I heard everyone's screams. No one could escape. He was too fast even to see. No one knew there was trouble until it was too late. People were found with their blood drained, their necks broken. their eyes gouged out, or this hands sliced off. I was left alone. I don't know why, but i was left alone. I didn't know what to do. I called the police with shaking hands once the scream stopped in less than 3 minutes. I ran around looking at the gore, looking for other survivors. I looked at everyone i saw everyday dead and taken apart. I was the only one alive. The police didn't show. Others did. They took me to a hospital. My parents never showed. The school wasnt even on the news. All the parents minds were erased that they ever had children. All evidence was destroyed - including the school and bodies. I didn't know this at that time of course. I was in a hospital hoping that i was truly insane and that all i saw i imagined. Then they told me i had a mental disease that i've always been like this. I've always been in this hospital for seeing illusions and hallucinations. They made me take medicine. I wanted to believe what they said. I wanted to forget those vivid images from my brain.