Chapter Five: I don’t know...
Angelina P.O.V
“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!!” I yelled into the mirror before punching it. The shattered glass fell to pieces by my feet.
It was quiet. Then I heard the whispering. The creak of the door as it was pulled open. The whispering was getting louder, closer. I looked up the whole gym class was silently watching me like I had some serious issues. Which I did but none of them know that, none of them. Most of the girls looked stunned.
Bianca just stood there staring at me with her mouth hanging open; Zaine’s dumb blond bimbo bitch looked horrified like I’d just killed her precious child. God how pathetic was she; it wasn’t like there weren’t other mirrors in the school. She probably had one in her locker. The vain bitch. My hand was starting to sting.
I looked down at it, it was bleeding heavily. There were some pieces of mirror stuck in it. I looked down at the floor; I could see my reflection in the shattered mirror. I looked normal. I didn’t look like a girl who’d just lashed out and punched the mirror in her school changing rooms. There was some movement and I looked up to see Zaine walking out the crowd towards me.
He stopped in front of me and without saying a word gently lifted up my hand. He looked at the cut, seeing how deep it was. Slowly, me and the rest of the class watched as he peeled off his top and wrapped it round my hand, being careful not to hurt me further. I couldn’t feel any pain though.
He took my other hand and pulled me towards the crowd. They parted silently and let us through. I followed him; at this point I probably would have followed him anywhere. My brain was on pause. We walked hand in hand down to the nurse’s office. I balked when I realized where we were going. I pulled my hand out of his and took a step back.
“No Angelina, you have too” he said. I shook my head. He grabbed my wrist.
“Ahhh” I hissed pulling away from him again.
That was when he looked down at my wrist, I saw his eyes bulge when he saw the scars, the cuts had re-opened when I’d fallen, he was looking at them eyebrows crossed, face screwed up in anger. He looked like he was chocking.
“Angel, what have you done to yourself?” he whispered.
I didn’t say anything; I bit my lip and looked past him, ignoring him. He stepped in front of my vision coming closer, I backed up but he’d already grabbed the tops of my arms. His face was fierce as he got up in my personal space. All I could see was him. I could smell him; feel the warmth from his hands through my t-shirt.
He shook me gently “Tell me Angelina, why? Why’d you do it?”
Tears formed in my eyes, I sniffed, biting down harder on my lip. There was no way I was going to answer him. I didn’t want anyone to know. He shook me again getting frustrated. My head flopped uselessly; I wasn’t even trying to control my body anymore.
I just wanted to die. No, I wanted to die and be with my Ayden again. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Zaine, not wanting to feel his anger. I felt him let go of my arms, he wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other was wiping away my tears.
“You don’t have to tell me now Angel, but I’m here for you” He whispered against my ear.
I opened my eyes slowly. His face was so close, my gaze flicked between his eyes, left to right. Then down to his lips, the pretty beauty spot he had there. I felt his grip on me tighten. It felt good. I leaned my forehead against his, our lips so close I could feel his breath against my mouth.
