Secrets From the Teachers' Lounge

Introduction
I had always wondered how I would die — but I would never have imagined anything like this. I doubt few people even do. When I lay awake pondering this in the middle of the night, there had always been those boring causes of death; it might occur in my sleep, old age, the usual. Or the more dramatic ones like being crushed by the ceiling fan or getting run over. Morbid, yes. But there is almost a game you play so that when Death knocks at the door, or perhaps sneaks or even barges in, you can always say, “I was right! Looks like I was murdered by my best friend’s boyfriend after all!” It’s nice, I suppose, that the unexpected can be expected. In its own twisted way it had almost become somewhat of a game to me, but in that case I surely would have lost by now. Because never in a million years would I have expected my probable end to be bound, gagged, and hopefully not bonfire-style roasted by none other than my eleventh grade Chemistry teacher.

I could start from the beginning, yes, if only I knew where it was. Should I start to less than a year ago, when I was first introduced to my future killer? Or 48 hours ago when I was assaulted in a laboratory by fiendish, lab-coated, instrument-poking scientists? It is like a wheel where no true point marks the beginning or an end, but once pushed, all the events are drastically set into motion. The say a story is best told from the beginning—if only they’d mention where to find it. How do you tell a story that never began anywhere? That simply unfolded itself like the frayed edges of a shoestring where you never know when or how it unraveled but before you know it there’s a mess of tangled threads and loose ends? Why do these unhelpful people give advice when it only arouses more questions? One day, perhaps, I shall even find out who “they” are. But in the meantime, this may not be the beginning, but it’s surely as close as it can get.

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