Secrets You Bleed

𝔹𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪

The footsteps move in unision, like clock work. Doors open, bells ring and classroom door shut. It was a pattern y/n was used to by now, however she didn't want to be. She tapped her pencil on the rim of her desk waiting for the bell to teacher to show up. This was part of the routine as well: the teacher was always late. Y/n shifted in her chair growing impatient. He was usually late, but not this late. She figured if five more minute had passed she was just going to leave.

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The noise of the clock became unbearable, she pushed her chair back screeching on the floor standing to take her leave. It truly didn't matter what classes she showed up to or not, she had straight A's and nothing she could do would change that. For awhile she purposely tried to fail, but it just never happened. Her father had enough money to buy the school,but with all the "donations" he makes he might as well already own it. She reached her hand out to push open the door ready to just go to the library or have an early lunch. The hallway was empty as most people were in class. There were the occasional kids who skipped class, not that anyone cared about students skipping in college.

Y/ns thoughts wondered about her future and what choice she would have in it. Her father had everything planned out for her. Her father didn't care what she did in college as long as she majored in art. She did like art, but was it something she wanted to do for the rest of her life, let alone a job? It was a frustrating conversation she had with herself everyday and the result was usually always the same, "it doesn't matter what you want" she wanted to be an author. To create stories and escape to a world where she didn't have to be here. Y/n craned her neck up and let out a loud sigh before walking face first into someone. Her book, paints and phone fell to the ground. She looked up to see a man much larger than her with wavy black hair covering his eyes. His nose was chiseled along with his jawline and his lips were plump and saturated.

"I'm so sorry, I wasnt looking where I was going" y/n apologized crouching to pick up her belongings.

"It's no big deal" he said in a soothing deep voice that y/n wanted to hear more of.

He reached down and picked up her book looking at the title. Y/ns face flushed red grabbing it from him before he could hand it to her. He smirked at her curious intention in his eyes.

"So uh, what's in the book?" He chuckled

Y/n blushed even harder. Putting the book behind her back. The man smiled playfully, leaning in to y/ns face, whispering in her ear, "naughty things I suppose?"

Y/n could have died on the spot however instead she grabbed her paint and walked off. She made it to the library slamming the door behind her earning a loud "SHHHHHH" and a grimace from the librarian.

She walked over to the fiction section picking out a book to read. The book y/n held currently wasn't published, it was a childish dream she held onto. A reminder that she still had an aspiration aside from her designated fate. A fantasy that she escaped to, a world where she was protected and loved, in more than one way. It made her blush just thinking about her own little world. After all, it was all she had. She had never had a first kiss, a boyfriend, a lover. It was pointless, it was obvious that the only people interested in her were using her to get money or material things. It made her cry thinking about how lonely she was. How many thoughtful presents or sentiments were thrown away and followed by fit about the pricetag.

Her fingers brushed over the books until she found the book she always ended up getting. Maximum Ride, she related alot to the main character. Trapped, observered, used, the list could go on. She pulled the book out by the spine placing it in her bag before she proceeded to the tables that held students scattered around the room. She opened her book flipping to the most recent page. She fiddled with her pen chewing on the end thinking. She looked around the library for ideas on what normal people do everyday.