Curse Me, I'm Popular PG-13

Chapter 5

I'm cursed. That was the first thing that popped into my mind after I woke up in a hospital bed. I don't know how I got here at St. McClaire Hospital but I do know is that I want to leave. To not be a stationary target to whatever psycho is doing this. I've crossed off Violet to my suspect list. I mean, we both hate each other but she wouldn't try to kill me. I let that word sink in. Kill me. Someone tried to kill me. I could have died. Right there, in Mr. Absen's class, a senior about to graduate in five months. I'm trying not to think about it to hard and freak myself out . I sat up in my uncomfortable hospital bed. The steady beep of the heart monitor starting to annoy me. I can't leave, the hospital won't let me until tomorrow. hopefully. They might need a signature from my parents and they won't pick up my calls. Not even the hospital's calls. The nurse with brown ratty hair that was checking up on me came in, with Cal right beside her.

"You have a visitor." was all she said before she stepped out of the room. Cal swung a chair by my bedside and sat down.

"You remember what happened? Because I'm definitly not trusting the talk at school." he leaned forward, waiting for a reply. I couldn't think of an explanation that he will believe. I might think I'm cursed, but he doesn't. I just shake my no.

"What are they saying at school?" I asked, thinking I probably don't want to know. Cal cringed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's different every time I ask but in general everyone thinks you did it to yourself." My head hit back down to the pillow.

"The most popular one is that you brought needles to school, stabbed yourself and then used and then used your headphones to choke yourself." I couldn't believe it. I thought everybody liked me? How could they all think I did it to myself? I'm not suicidal. I've never been suicidal. I can only imagine what they are saying online.

"Everybody thinks I'm a freak." I whispered. He patted my shoulder that got stabbed, now wrapped in thick gauze. I winced and jerked away. Cal apologized and sighed.

"No they don't. I don't. You're soul mate doesn't. Has she visited yet?" I nodded no.

"I tried calling her but I kept getting her voice mail." even Serinna hates me now. Or is scared of me. Or both.

Oh...well, she's just busy probably. You know how she is." I nodded half heartedly. I appreciate Cal cheering me up and I wanted him to stay but the nurse kicked him out, saying visiting hours were over. Bitch. A quiet came over my room, no sound but the heart monitor and my breathing. Ratty brown hair came back in the room and replaced my gauze. I soon fell asleep.

"I hate you. I hate your stupid voice and your slutty attitude. I hate everything you've ever done to me." I couldn't match the voice to a face. Who is this? I felt the blade run down my cheek.

"I've waited so long to do this. I hope you rot in hell like the demon you are." The knife plunged into my chest. I screamed.

I woke up screaming, sat straight up in bed. Two nurses were trying to calm me down. The heart monitor was racing. A doctor came in.

"Mr. McKingely calm down!" I stopped screaming and started panting really bad.

"I-I'm sorry. I had a nightmare." I wish they would just believe me and leave it at that but they did an entire checkup of me. After twenty minutes they left. I fell back as they shut the door. My eyes go to the ceiling and I gasped.

"ATTENTION WHORE" was scrawled in the same red ink. I blinked and it was gone again. My heart monitor was going crazy again. I was sweating a little bit. I wiped my forehead and covered my face. I'm going to die.

*

The next day couldn't have come sooner. They let me out finally and was happy to leave. I got dressed in street clothes and walked out the front door. I was pulling out my phone to call Cal to give me a ride to Dean's. He called earlier and said my car was ready. But I stopped dead in my tracks. Violet was leaning against a rusty pick up truck, seemingly waiting for someone. The look on her face when she saw me told me everything. She was waiting for me.

"Thank God. I almost thought you were dead." She stepped towards me but stopped when she saw the look of "Are you fucking serious?" on my face. We hate each other. Ex-friends or not, where the hell did the concern for my well being come from? It was long since established we wouldn't care about each other. She sighed.

"Look, popular or not, I still care if you get hurt. And I think you need me, because..." she looked around the empty front of the building.

"It seems like your friends are no where to be seen."

"They're busy probably. And why do you care?" Violet shrugged.

"Because you need my help. After what happened I think it finally got through your thick skull what has been going on to you isn't normal or possible." I ducked my head, hating myself for knowing she was right. I felt her gloved hand on my shoulder. I looked back up.

"I'd be willing to help if you say so." I sighed, thinking of every reason to say no. I couldn't find anything.

"Please help me. This might kill me." I whispered, fighting back tears. It started to lightly snow. She gestured to the truck.

"I'll take you home." She walked over to the driver's side as I got into the passenger's. Somehow this junker has a cleaner inside then Cal's. The engine roared to life.

"This doesn't mean anything. You fix my problem, we don't talk to each other anymore." The truck started to roll.

"Got it."