The last Semester E-Book

Eva Lang

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

"The last Semester" A young man, scarred by years of isolation and rejection, is on the verge of the abyss. In the midst of a seemingly ordinary university life marked by excess and superficiality, a dark drama unfolds. When the pain and anger become too great, he sees no way out - and makes a decision that will change everything. A gripping thriller about loss, revenge and the limits of human desperation.

Leseprobe

Title:The last Semester

Author: Eva Lang

Biography:

Eva Lang was born in Munich in 1984.

Growing up in a family with a passion for books and art, she developed an interest in stories and human behavior at an early age. After graduating from high school, she decided to train in communication and media in order to realize her creative ideas on a professional level. She worked in various PR agencies and as a freelance copywriter before deciding to pursue her dream of writing herself.

Eva Lang now lives in Berlin and devotes

herself to writing thriller novels that deal with human depths and the psychological aspects ofdecisions. Her interest in the darkness of the human mind and psychological tensions are central themes in her works.

Prolog:

The Calm Before the Storm

The sound of the rain gently pattering against the dirty window was the only thing that broke the silence in Lukas' room. The small room was dark, quickly becoming suffocatingly narrow, with

crooked shelves crammed with tattered books and old magazines. A dusty laptop lay on a rickety desk, next to empty coffee cups and a half-eaten bag of chips. It was a room that spoke of loneliness and stagnation. And of anger.

Lukas sat on the floor, his back against the bed, his knees drawn up. His hands were shaking slightly as he turned the pistol in his hands, an old-fashioned Walther P38 that came from his grandfather's gun

cabinet. The weapon had weight. It felt cold and powerful, as if itwould understand his thoughts in a disturbing way.

He had been thinking about this moment for days, weeks, maybe even months. The idea had slowly crept into his head, like a parasite, crawling deeper and deeper into his mind until he could think of nothing else. At first it had been just a fleeting thought, a dark desire that arose in the

darkest hours of his self-loathing and anger. But with each day he spent alone in that room, the thought grew into a plan. He had imagined what it would be like to see the faces of his tormentors if they suddenly recognized the power in his hands. Those arrogant faces, always laughing, always mocking, always looking down on him. Lisa, who had humiliated

him at the last party by throwing a glass of beer in his face. Mark, who had loudly insulted him in the lecture hall.mocked him while the others laughed. And all the others who either ignored him or openly mocked him. They would never be able to ignore him again. The gun clicked softly as he pulled the safety off and checked the magazine. Full. He had practiced in the quiet solitude of an old shooting range outside of town. No

one had paid him any attention when he showed up there, wearing a hoodie and cap that hid his face. He had imagined the targets were the faces of those who tormented him. Every shot had felt like a release.

There was a crumpled notebook on the

desk. The pages were scribbled with illegible thoughts, chaotic plans and a list of names. Lisa's name was at the top. Below that he had written the word "guilt" several times, so hard that the ink had pressed through the paper. Lukas stood up and went to the window. Outside the world was grey and wet, buthe didn't care. The university was just

a few streets away. A huge, imposing building that had been standing for three years. It was the place where he was reminded every day that he was worthless. A place where he was invisible until he was ridiculed. But tomorrow that would change. Tomorrow no one would be able to miss him.

He turned around and looked at the other weapons that were neatly arranged on his bed. The rifle with a scope, the shotgun,

and of course the pistol that he already had in his hand. He had everything prepared. Ammo, a backpack with supplies, even a knife in case he ran out of ammo.

He looked around the room one last time.

He knew he wasn't going back. But that was okay. This place had suffocated him long ago. His heart beat faster as he stowed the weapons and pulled the backpack over his shoulders. He reached for a mirror that hung on the wall and looked at himself. His face was gaunt, his skin dull, his eyes tired and surrounded by dark circles. No one had ever looked into those eyes for long. But tomorrow morning... everyone would look. With a deep breath, he pulled the hood over his head and walked to the door. The silence in his room was now complete. No rain, no footsteps, just a leaden silence that enveloped him like a dark cloak. As he opened the door and stepped out, Lukas knew one thing with frightening certainty: today he was a nobody. But tomorrow he would make history.

Chapter 1:

The daily party hell

The music blared through the old university building, a mixture of techno

and bass-heavy beats that made even the walls vibrate. In the darkened common room of the student residence, chaos raged: half-full vodka bottles flew from hand to hand, cigarette smoke hung in the air like a thick veil, and a couple moaned loudly on the sagging sofa, their movements barely concealed under a thin blanket. Lisa leaned against the bar, a tight top that was cut way too low, her long blonde hair sticking to her sweaty

forehead. She sipped from a glass of clear liquid while giving the men standing around a meaningful smile. "Hey, Anna, that guy over there is staring holes in your skirt," she said, laughing and pointing to a skinny guy.in the corner, looking completely out of place with a beer in his hand.

"It's just Lukas," Anna replied, her voice shouting with mockery. She took off her leather jacket and threw it on the floor, underneath she was wearing only a short,

black dress that barely covered her thighs. "The idiot only comes here to watch us anyway, because he never gets hit himself." A murmur went through the group, followed by loud laughter. Lukas felt the eyes turning to him. He had hoped to blend into the shadows of the crowd, but there was nothing hidden here. His left hand clutched the beer bottle while he

buried his right hand deep in his jacket pocket, his nails digging painfully into his palm. “What are you doing here anyway, Lukas?” shouted Mark, a beefy guy with a square jaw and a penchant for verbally dominating everyone. “I thought you were too busy secretly jerking off on Lisa’sInstagram pictures." The room erupted in laughter. Lisa raised her glass and toasted Lukas, her eyes sparkling with

mischief. "Come on, Lukas. If you want us to notice you so badly, why don't you just take off your clothes and show us what you've got?"

Another storm of laughter broke out as Lukas felt his face turn red with shame

and anger. His breathing quickened, but he forced himself to remain still. He knew that any reaction would only make things worse. Nearby, a girl, barely over twenty, pulled herself onto Mark's lap and began to kiss him. Your hands wandered under his shirt as he stroked her hips, grinning. Lukas looked away, but the sight was already burned into his memory.

“God, Lukas, you really are the most pathetic guy I have ever seen,” said Lisa, tipping her vodkain one go. "Maybe you should just go home and let us have fun here in peace." Lukas' stomach clenched. Anger boiled inside him, a heavy, dark knot that had been growing for months. But, as always, he said nothing. He turned and walked toward the door, laughter erupting behind him again. The voices continued to echo in

his head even as he reached the street and the cold night air enveloped him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. The anger he had bottled up inside was bubbling dangerously close to the surface. But he was sure that one day she would stop laughing.

Chapter 2:

Lukas – The Outsider

Lukas sat in his small, sparsely furnished dorm room. The white walls were bare,

except for a yellowed poster of an old action movie that he had bought at a flea market years ago. The desk was cluttered with books and notes, a chaotic mess of study materials that reflected his desperate attempt to at least show something in academic terms. But he never seemed to succeed in that either. He was shy, too shy to ever make himself heard. When Lukas walked through the corridors of the university, he seemed

invisible to the other students. His body was thin and gaunt, his shoulders slightly bent forward, as if he wanted to hide from the world. His facewas covered in spots and scars, a constant reminder of his youth, which had been as cruel as his current life. His greasy, dark hair hung messily in his face, as if it were a curtain behind which he could hide. In seminars, he was the one who never raised his hand, even when he knew the answer. The looks of the other students

felt like daggers to him, and he feared that every word he said would become a target for ridicule. The few times he actually said something, his words were often drowned out by a snide laugh or an annoyed comment from fellow students like Mark. Loneliness slowly ate away at Lukas. Evenings like the last one were not the exception, but the rule. Again and again