𝓦𝓔 𝓐𝓡𝓔𝓝'𝓣 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓛!!

Chapter 2

"What do you mean there's nobody there?!", I stammered trying to ignore the boy who was trying to speak to me. Soon enough I realized it had to be a weird hallucination, or dream, or...  something. "O..oh never mind, just ignore me eheh...", Anna was confused and ignored me for the rest of class. All I could think of was that I scared her off, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy. He kept trying to start conversations, but I tuned him out with the lecture. 

"So in conclusion, you need both an independent and dependent clause to make a complex sentence. These two clauses must be connected with...", the English teacher seemed to get quieter and quieter until everything he said was inaudible to me. My ears began to ring as if white noise had been spread through the room and the odd boy had disappeared. 

"That was strange", I mumbled to myself as the bell rung loudly causing me to zone back in. I stood up quickly becoming nauseous and fell, only to be caught by the peculiar male from before. "Sorry!", I exclaimed as I glanced up at the familiar face. "Who are you?", I muttered under my breath with displeasure as I stood up firmly, apologized once more,  and began to scurry over to my next class.

"Leo, that's my name", he glared at me in such a way that his grey-blue eyes pierced stared right through me sending a shiver down my spine. I stopped right in my tracks halfway to my next location as I felt a hand upon my shoulder. "I tried to be nice to you, but you just tuned me out. What's the fucking deal Ash? Eh? Ignoring me? It's fucking pathetic to ignore things that you make.", he spoke in a cold tone making me want to cry. I was so confused but I didn't have the guts to ask him what he meant. 

The bell rang loudly once again as I looked forward, only to see the teacher closing the door just 25 feet ahead of me. "Wait!", I exclaimed as I ran over to the door that was slammed in my face. I knocked loudly knowing that my math professor wouldn't let me in. "Mnm...", I teared up knowing that if I walked to the office that they would call my parents, eventually. "Damn it", I mumbled quietly as I slumped against the wall. 

A few hours had passed and the bell had already rung, but I was still sitting right there beside the door. I had fallen asleep and nobody had the thought of waking me so as it grew dark I was still there. Once 8 pm came, a janitor caught me and woke me up. 

"Hey sweetie, why are you still here?", she spoke softly to me. My eyes were puffy and red from crying and my lips were dry. 

"Eh? what-", I yawned once before continuing to speak, "what time is it?" 

"Almost a quarter past eight, you shouldn't be here, the last club let out an hour ago." 

My eyes widened as I heard this and I immediately got up, stuffed my bag, and ran out the door. The janitor seemed concerned at my expression so she called my parents just as I got home. My mother was standing in the living room with an angry expression as her phone rang. "WHERE WERE YOU-", she was cut off and answered the phone. "Hello, how may I help you?", her expression became pleasant and her tone was soft. "Oh? She fell asleep in class? She wasn't in class?! No, no I'll talk to her. Get her to the hospital? Why? Okay, I will.", she hung up with a worried expression. She seemed...anxious or scared. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

My eyes widened, was this a joke? Was she actually showing some concern? "Uh...no, not really...", I looked down as I spoke. I knew that the worse thing I could do at the moment was lie. "I've been hallucinating and...I'm kind of scared...", I continued as my voice cracked halfway through, I was on the edge of having a breakdown right there, but I tried to suppress it.

"I...How could I not realize that you weren't okay- I-", she looked away before continuing, "pack a bag of activities for yourself, we're going to the hospital." 

"Yes mother...", I spoke softly as I walked up to my room and threw my school bag on my bed, and emptied it. I glanced at my journal a few times as I packed my bag. Eventually, I threw it in my bag and walked down my carpeted stairs and over to the couch. I sat down and stayed silent until my parent was finished getting ready.