maybe when the time is right - ms. venable

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-"Good, (y/n). Now that we got rid of her, I can finally tell you, you are perfect for the sanctuary. You don't need to take the test for me to know that you are the one I was searching for."-Langdon says to you and you reply after ignoring all of it;

-"What did you do to me? This wasn't me! I would never hurt her. No matter how much she hurt me throughout the past, I could never hurt her or watch her suffer."

-"Well it seems as though you just killed her."-Langdon says with a smirk and you run back to get the gun.

You pick it up and aim it at your own head;

-"(Y/n), don't you dare-"

—I jolt from sleep to the sound of my alarm. It was the first day of school after Christmas break, late winter.

Drowsily grabbing my phone and seeing the time through still blurry vision made me realize I'm late. I notice I have dozens of messages and missed calls from Elizabeth, my best and only friend from school.

I put on my glasses before quickly brushing my teeth and getting my messy hair together. I had on a black sweater and dark green trousers.

I check today's schedule and see first class is English. Liz did mention to me we're having a new teacher...—

I arrive to school, of course, late. I open the doors and every single one of my classmates looks right at me. I noticed a few new faces. A guy sitting behind Elizabeth.

-"You are late-"-the new teacher begins but stops talking as soon as she fully turned around to see me. I knew for a fact I never met her, but she seemed so familiar, so familiar she almost felt like home. Like I could cry right then and there while running into her embrace.

I just knew she felt the same way. It was like worlds ended when our eyes met. Her eyes told me stories. The ones with sad endings...

The lady clears her throat and tells me;-"I-Um, please find a place to sit."

-"Okay, thank you Ms."-I reply politely and make my way to Elizabeth's desk. She isn't looking cheerful and filled with joy like usually. I ask after sitting beside her;

-"Good morning, Liz. Are you okay?"

-"Do you remember?"

-"Remember what? Oh, you cut your bangs? It looks nice."

-"Be serious!"-Elizabeth says and I just now have a good look at her face. Pale face. She had dark circles bigger than ever around her bloodshot eyes. Her lips were all bloody and chapped, and at the moment, she was chewing on them as well. She'd do that out of anxiety;

-"Oh my god... I- Are you okay? You look dead. When was the last you slept?"

-"Maybe I am dead. Who knows?"-she says barely audible and before getting a chance to continue, the guy sitting behind us drops his whole pencil case.

-"Michael, could you please quit playing with your pens? You are interrupting everybody."-the teacher says.

-"Mkay..."-Michael replies while chewing a gum.

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The rest of class went by quickly and Elizabeth left the classroom before me, together with everybody else. I was slow at packing my things and I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder, it was the teacher;

-"Excuse me, (y/n) right? I don't want to seem inappropriate but I have this thing stuck in my mind, um, have I, just by chance maybe, met you before?"

-"No... I don't think so. But, I feel like I met you before as well."

-"Strange. I felt so strange when I saw you, I just don't know... I don't know is this too much for the first time ever meeting, but, would you wanna go out for a drink together sometime? Maybe even today?"

-"That'd be awesome!"

-"Okay then... I'll pick you up on this address at 6."-the teacher says as she handed me a small sheet of paper, folded, and with an address written. In the corner her signature 'Ms. (Wilhemina) Venable :)'

-"See you Wilhemina!"-I say before running out of class happily. I see Liz just standing there, in front of the classroom;

-"Jesus... You scared me. You look like a ghost."

-"I get it, I'm ugly."-she said while putting on heart shaped sunglasses to cover the dark circles around her eyes.

-"No, you just look really tired. Hey did you notice that guy behind us? Michael? He's your type, huh, isn't he?"

-"Mhm, I would rather skip."

-"Oh- I- Where are you going?"-I ask while walking with Elizabeth through the bustling hallways, headed to next class.

-"To puke. Don't wait for me."

-"Oh... Call me later!"

-"I will..."

Elizabeth's perspective;

I run to the bathroom to throw up. I felt like shit. The bell goes off and the bathroom empties. I look inside the toilet I just threw up in, and I see it filled with blood. What the fuck is happening to me? How am I alive? I swear that prick of a dude killed me.

I was standing before the mirror now, and as I move the hair from my forehead slightly, it reveals a big scar.

-"Ugh, not this again. He'll pay for ruining my face."

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