Blood Loss (re)

#3 Shivers

A/N: hi. I felt like this deserved a TW so.

TW: traumatizing assault.

(It isn't r@pe but the way she reacts is the same way one might react in that situation so just fare warning)

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After lunch, the day ran by. I also had Edge in my 6th period. What luck. However, we didn't interact that time. He was too busy being a social reject in the corner with his book in hand.

When I got back home I collapsed on to my bed, heaving a large sigh of relief to have made it through the day. If it weren't for Emily and Lia, I don't think I would've wanted to go back.

The stares I received in the morning, had followed many more times throughout the day. Was it some rich kid radar that went off near anyone that didn't belong. Could they stare into my soul and know that I once pissed on the bathroom floor of a Wendy's cause I was too drunk to see where I was crouching... that was quite the memory though. Shared with my girl Dana, who was the one outside the stall cheering me on as she washed her hands.

My red garment slipped onto the floor, before being gently folded and set on my bed. I walked into my ensuite and flipped on the water.

My other concern of the day was that Hane Black. I had too many questions and not enough ways to get proper answers. What was the subject for the knowledge that he had violent tendencies? He seemed bratty sure but I couldn't understand why he was so feared. I saw the look in Lia's eyes; it were as if she had seen a ghost. When his name was mentioned the whole table group tensed up, their conversations dragging into nothing as they turned their attention to Lia and me.

I decided to delay my investigation until tomorrow so I could ask more questions.

Soap slithered down my skin, pooling around the insides of my thighs, plopping onto the ground. The water hitting my skin roughly and without restraint, trickling their ways down, intermingling with the soap. Steam covered my bathroom mirror and groggily filled my surrounding. I leaned against the bath wall and let the water run smoothly down my body.

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I turned a corner, frantically trying to find my way out of the endless rows of long ally ways, but there seemed to be no avail. In my shaky hand held a equally trembling knife, just a plain one from any old kitchen set. The tip facing behind me. I was trying to express readiness to stab if needed. My knees however were minutes away from buckling and letting me lay dead there in that street.

Behind me came loud steps. Big steps. Aggravated stomping rushing towards me. Threatened, I began to walk faster trying to turn the next corner and lose whatever was behind me.

Laughs, that resembled hyenas filled my ears, eyes glowing at the end of the ally I chose to escape down. Frayed chuckling came behind me, sinister in form. Breathy and ragged. I turned to face it, hopeful. Strutting straight up to me came Edge. His eyes overflowing with an insatiable bloodlust. I stood frozen, watching as he came closer, with long strides. He wore a black suit with thin white stripes and a top hat to match.

The laughing of the hyenas ceased and in a last moment evasion I turned to run, but tripped into my own demise, my knife slid across the pavement, far from my reach, I reached for it, crawling desperately.

Pulled upright by the wrist, I now faced him, Edge. His canines drew my attention as he sat there in front of me with a grin. He leaned in towards me, my hands still gripped tightly in his palm.

"St- stay away from me!" I screeched, trying to wiggle myself free from his iron-clad grip. He laughed bemusedly as he looked down at my frightened trembling body.