Stabs At The Heart || Dnf || ONGOING

{Chapter 6} Thorns

Since that day, Clay has been nothing but utterly cold to me. We stopped having little chats. He's being way more aggressive than usual. And with every chance he gets, he'll torment me.

I don't know what I expected. How could I possibly think he'd be nice to me or go easy on me?

And to make things worse, I've gotten no "glances of concern" from Karl and Nick.
They've finally moved on from a burden like me.

Which is good for them but not so pleasing for me. I got too comfortable with having friends. And it ended up like how it always does.

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I was pushed by the one and only Clay into the rose bushes of the garden. The pain was excruciating with all of the thorns.

He grabbed me by the neck and dragged me onto a bench nearby. Words were coming from his mouth but I was too dizzy to understand.

My vision was going blurry and all sound was slowly being blocked off. The last thing I remember was falling to the ground before I blacked out.

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When I woke up, I was in a dark place. My eyes were adjusting to the bits of light and I was mimicking an animal, opening its eyes for the first time.

My head hurt and once I started to come back to life, I felt pinching all over my arms and face.

I looked at my arms, seeing the rose thorns were punctured deep inside my skin. For every thorn, there was a bit of dried blood near it.

Judging from my arms, I bet it looked worse on my face. It took me long enough to gather myself and stand up. My legs were more sore than usual but I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the bathroom.

Looking back, it turned out I was laying underneath the stairwell. Someone must've found me and placed me there because there was no way in a million years, Clay would bring me somewhere to rest.

I entered the bathroom and was pleased to see that my face wasn't as bad as I thought. Not all of the thorns bled, and there weren't many of them.

I needed tweezers to get them out but I had a pair at home. My only choice was at the nurses office.

She was eating lunch when I arrived. As always she wasn't happy to see me.

"What's so important this time George that you had to interrupt my lunch?" she asked.

"Thorns," I said while showing her my arms.

"Oh god. Did you fall into the bushes?" she asked while placing her food down and standing up.

"You could say that."

She rummaged through her drawer until she found the tweezer. I got closer and held my arm out for her to hold.

"I don't see you often anymore. Are you finally starting to be more careful with yourself?" she asked.

"I just don't get serious injuries anymore. Though the other day I came into your office when you weren't here and took a bandage. I had broke my wrist."

She chuckled and said,"When will you finally get out of trouble?"

"Hopefully college. For now you're stuck with me until I graduate," I joked.