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Tears threatening to spill down my cheeks, I hold my breath and look up to the teacher. She gives me a confused look, but doesn't speak directly to me, for which I am grateful. I don't think I can handle any more attention.
Isn't this how all romance books start? the girl is broken, lonely, and the guy comes along and saves her from suicide? That's how it should be, I guess.
My eyes dart down to my paper when I hear the torturous whisper of my bully. Harry Styles, the lacking in everything but friends and looks, chooses to torture me every day. I hate it. Since Harry started to pick on me, all of my 'friends' decided to side with him, lest they get some of the share. I've been left alone at school, with nobody to save me. Not even some hot guy busting a grudge against bullies.
I choose to ignore him when he whispers again, throwing a ball of paper to the back of my head. My teacher, Ms. Bell, shoots a look at him, but then looks down to her desk.
"Oh goodness, I must have forgotten them! Okay... You guys, just wait here. Alright?" she grins like a plastic barbie, the way she always does. And then she scurried out of the class like a scared rabbit.
The next thing I hear is Harry's low voice next to me. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, his eyebrows ruffled.
"Like you care," I mutter, not looking at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he sighs. He knows fully well what that's supposed to know. "Look, that's just the way I try to be funny."
"Well get a new act," I glance at him, wiping away a tear. Hm. He must be a good actor, because he looks actually sorry.
I feel his warm hand on my shoulder, and then what I suppose is his soothing voice. "Nobody is allowed to hurt you except me, alright?"
I scoff. "How about you don't hurt me either?"
There is a long silence, but soon he nods and says, "Well too bad, chipmunk."
Chipmunk is his nickname for me. He based it on my eyes, apparently. God, I knew he was going to do that, just slam it right back in my face. He chuckles directly after then, heading back to his seat.
That's it. I'm doing it.
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When I open the door, the smell of booze is immediate and immense. Dad's been at it again, so I better not disturb him. A rowdy yell from dad it heard, so I know he's internet gambling again.
Great. Drinking and gambling in a small home. What more do I need to do to make this story more interesting?
Running away might help. I quietly walk up the flight of stairs and go into my room, dropping to my knees instantly. Struggling to pull out my large suitcase, I hold my breath and tug. Thankfully it comes out, and I decide not to bring much. I unpack some of the items and look down through the window towards the ground. Right below my window is a large bush.
Okay, I think. This is going to hurt.
And then, out I fall, clutching my suitcase close to my torso for protection. For a moment, everything is calm. I could hear the soothing coo of the wind caressing my curves and singing to me. I could feel the droplet that must be a tear fall off of my cheek. And every worry I have stuck in my mind like gum to a shoe, vanishes, lifting off of me like that tear. And everything is perfect.
Until I land, slightly bouncing on the soft yet sharp surface of the bushes. My suitcase lands on my chest, adding to the knocked wind that spurts out from my lips. My swollen bruises sting me, but I don't care. I lay myself to rest- but only for a moment, just to catch my breath. I slide off of the bushes, earning myself a few scrapes on the way. The leather suitcase follows quickly behind.
And then I run. I run through yards, over fences, around vicious dogs, until I come to a stop. Tears now flooding my eyes, I can't see how far I've gone. Not yet, anyway. Clenching my eyes shut, I wipe a cold tear from my cheek and take a moment to catch my breath. When my eyes open, I am downtown, next to a small apartment building. I am overcome with feelings, proud that I got this far, disappointed that I haven't gone further, curiosity of this building, then... Blackness.
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When I am awake, the musty feeling in the air causes me to sneeze. My head pounds, and as I caress my temples, I look next to me to see an aspirin and a glass of water. Where am I?
Taking the glass of water with me, I clutch the small pill in my hand and walk over to what I presume is the bathroom. I am right. My reflection in the cracked mirror says I've been out of it for a while, bags forming under my eyes and hair tangled as a bush.
"You're up." a voice states. That voice... I remember it from somewhere... Spinning around, I am greeted by my bully. Great.
"Where am I?" I gulp, running a finger through my tangled hair.
He raises a brow. "You're in my apartment."
"Then how do I get out?" I ask, handing him the glass of water and the aspirin tablet.
"You don't. You need to rest." I stated. Sounds like he's not going to change his mind.
I roll my eyes. "But I want to go home." I mutter.
"Then you shouldn't have run away." he says. His deep voice sounds soft. Momentarily confused, I allow him time to put the things down and pick me up. "I know you're alone, Grace. But you're not the only one." He says, putting my down softly on the bed.
"But, where are your parents?" I ask, squinting my eyes.
He gives a sigh. "Gone."
Instantly I give a sigh of realization. He had followers, but no real friends. His parents... I'm not sure how long they've been gone. But it must have been terrifying. "Can we be alone... together?" I ask, putting the days of torture behind me.
With that he smiles. "Alright. Now, get some rest."
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Tah Dah!
sorry it took so long, friendy.
But it's here, it's queer, and nobody's gonna change it!
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